Published inNEW LITERARY SOCIETYWhat Are The Roots That Clutch?“The future is already built – we haven’t moved in yet. In geometry, we trust – in concrete, we rest. We shaped the concrete, and…Feb 85Feb 85
Published inNEW LITERARY SOCIETYSmall Talk & Other Casualties“Sometimes I wonder if we forgot how to do nothing together” – A Note from My Kitchen TableFeb 22Feb 22
Published inThe LarkThe Last Time We SpeakSometimes silence says everything we couldn’tJan 282Jan 282
Published inThe LarkLetters To Living GhostsI’m screaming at my bedroom wall pretending it’s a phone call with youJan 272Jan 272
Published inNEW LITERARY SOCIETYBaptised In GasolineLord, forgive me, but your heaven looks just like my hometown burningJan 241Jan 241
Published inNEW LITERARY SOCIETYPsalms For The Forgotten SaintsMama always said God loves sinners more than saints, ‘cause we give Him something to doJan 242Jan 242
Published inNEW LITERARY SOCIETYMagnolia BonesGod’s got a funny way of making daughters out of devilsJan 241Jan 241
Published inNEW LITERARY SOCIETYDaughters Of The SouthMama Keeps Score While the Lord and the Devil PlayJan 231Jan 231
Published inNEW LITERARY SOCIETYBonfire“We accept the love we think we deserve” – Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a WallflowerJan 162Jan 162
Published inThe LarkNostalgia’s Burning EdgeNostalgia is the ember that keeps our past warm even as time tries to cool its glow — Lila MontgomeryJan 163Jan 163
