surfer boys and Kentucky adventures

We had been driving in circles down dark Clifton streets in your maroon Cadillac for fourty five minutes when we finally went over the bridge.
Ohio river beneath us and the winter stars overhead, I reached for the comfort of your soft surfer boy hands and squeezed my …

Hold my Generation

We are a generation of diet cokes and dirty mouths. Of uncensored complaints and bleached blonde hearts.
We are a generation of gossip girls and american idols, emulating the gorgeous dirt we suck off our TVs. Choosing our favorite characters and playing the part to …

Confessions From a Fallen Hero

I know I haven’t told you
 
but I miss you.
I’ve been holding back memories and sucking down sadness and trying not to flinch when I open my hard cover book and see your perfect marilyn monroe smirk grinning back at me.  I have been filling my days with photos and …

reluctant brunette.

Last night the sky turned yellow while I drank a twelve pack of diet AW rootbeer alone. Watching lifetime movies about dead models who inspired the camera and refused to sit still. Rebellious beauties who shook up the world simply by moving their bodies and spiking …

Rest in Peace Vitaly.

A private number called your phone last night while we were chowing down on white castle goodness and watching infomercials. The voices on the other line screamed and yelled with a drunken fury so pathetic that I couldn’t help but laugh. They called you a slut and a …

Cowboys Forever

The past few weeks in choppy sentences…
kissed my maroon pontiac goodbye. the one that played those sweet songs while I prayed on some back country road in the hills of Tennessee. Lost and terrified and sipping on my 6th Monster. there was no speed limit but there was …

I find Love.

I have a special brand of tears for you. They have a personalized taste as they glide down my cheeks and into the cracks of my uncensored lips. They are salty and sweet and explosive. They are bitter with repressed words and adolescent angst that clings to the corners …

Neon Souls

It’s so easy to let all the magic of early summer suffocate on the rainy humid days. When the air’s so hot you can’t breathe and the only sound is thunder shaking you to the core. 
We loaded up the car once again and set off for an escape. It was hard to leave …

Realizations and Enchantment

I live in an enchanted town. In high school I resented my ocean eyed-laughing goddess mama for moving to this magical place. Our family was under construction, being put back together on both ends after it unravelled and seemed infinitely broken. Now it is mended and …

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