Stories written in ink, rooted in the earth.

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Anything I share that is not written by me (or AI assisted). Any other authors will be credited, and linked when possible.

  • The Truth About Sex

    No one told me the truth about sex before I had a lot of sex… Not the kind of truth that slides into schoolbooks or locker room talk or gets whispered at sleepovers under half-drunk breath. I had to live it. I had to wake up in someone’s bed with my soul scraped thin and Read more

  • Strangers

    I wish you stayed a stranger. I don’t think there was some grand plan behind us —I think the universe just slipped up.Got careless.Looked away for a second,and by the time it turned back around,we had collided.And the damage was already done. I don’t think you were some beautiful lesson.I don’t think you made me Read more

  • Nose To Nose

    Nose to nose, here we layYour body against mine With darkness all around usI make a deal with time. Give me one more momentTo stop and soak you in. Knowing time, it’s fleetingFor see, that’s just the thing – This time I have, it’s borrowedIt was never mine to keep My lips, they move to Read more

  • What if I

    What if I kiss all the spots you taught yourself to hate? What if I placed my hands on them and left them still, long enough for my heat to join yours and you to forget there was ever air between our skin? What if I love all you loathe and what if I spend Read more

  • How To Love A Hippie

    To love a hippie is to take a walk into a soul’s garden and stop to smell the flowers. It’s early morning sunshine stretching across a bed tangled with “I love you’s” and the soft gasps of dreams. To love a hippie is to escape from the mundane into a world that is magical—seeing the Read more