Photo by Jeffrey Wegrzyn on Unsplash Thornfield Hall My heart is Thornfield Hall and I am your ashen governess, ventricles pounding...

Photo by Camila Cordeiro on Unsplash come taste the wretched honey of my sins wrench the last breath from the poverty of my lungs how...

Photo: "Oxygen" by Lynne Schmidt Healing Anna breathes safely in the low-lit break-out room. Candles, scented rose and musk, embrace her...

Photo: "On A Back Road" by Lynne Schmidt Tracing a Love Song (Golden Shovel based on a line from "Empty Highway Home" James Fountain)...

Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash The Best Kind of Crabs for the sex store, and It’s the year I become she who tells customers with almost ...

Photo by Sara Cervera on Unsplash ripe peaches last night i spent an eternity with my head in the lap of a fine french boy and he was...

Monday Night Prayer by Kristin Ryan Through the streets her head swirls black thoughts: a ruptured throat, the bottom of a riverbed. ...

you won’t know by Mela Blust you won’t know when the ghost slips out of you whether with a bang or just a breath a step forward ...

PROGRESS by Lauren Saxon looks nothing like I hoped she would. she is a one night stand. she is 3pm traffic. I overplay her on the radio...

Composting by Weslyn Rae Newburn The secret to a beautiful garden is compost – silky, life-sustaining soil. Leave your pile exposed so...