February 14, 2026
Paper hearts, and roses red, for some, the day is filled with dread. Some spend the day with their “only.” Some merely spend the day lonely…
December 1, 2025
**Contains Triggers: death, mourning** There was no sense of winter, and certainly no sense of Advent. Summer or winter – she didn’t really care. She had nothing to look forward to in either season.
April 12, 2025
Combine the ground beef with the soup.
Use the bowl – the one she got from her grandmother.
Cut up the onion. Don’t worry. You have no tears left.
January 24, 2024
You looked at me. I sprawl like a spoilt garden at the estuary of spring.