You Paint Your Nails Purple | Amber Hashmi

You paint your nails purple, Purple like the walls of your childhood bedroom, Your childhood bedroom where you and your…

All In | Andrew Smedley

It’s a seven of diamonds on the turn and I freeze my movements. The chip leader glances my way and…

I didn’t expect it to be this hard moving on. I never noticed how intertwined our lives have been since…

Watching the subtle oscillations of the headlights in the rearview mirror as the cars weave through the hilly, pothole-ridden roads…

Kissing you is intoxicating. I could get drunk off of your lips. You taste like an Old Fashioned: sweet like…

I can’t see the weather outside my window right now because the blinds are closed, which they always are. My…

On the windowsill, tickled by winter air that sneaks through the loose panes of old glass stands the ceramic mug…

The two of us were sitting at a coffee shop, one we had visited years ago when we were together.…

I sit at my table in the atrium, surrounded by students doing homework, just like me, the rustle of their…

The days grow colder once again It seems time never forgets its merciless routine All that’s happened since time before …

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