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 … More

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 … More

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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