you’re not the one that got away drunk texts, glances and grins but never a date, never a kiss when all you had to do was lean just a few...

avoid boys, mon coeur, who smell of cigarettes and poets who cannot write without referencing something French or cigarettes.

Met a woman with cat eyes and a French tongue, an old virgin with pale, supple breasts soft curls if she feels like it Amazonian legs...

to my first real jerk who read me poetry spoke spiritedly of trips we would never take who broke my heart little by little, it hurt more...

They live, my thoughts of you You will never learn of them Because they’re messy    & embarrassing but I had to tell someone make a note...

No I will not tell you what that poem was about I cannot deprive the many college students, two hundred years from now, the opportunity...

It was an uncertain Spring And in just two weeks we went from Bits of pixel and soundbytes To walking hand in hand toward the beach, To a...

there are plenty of fish in the sea but you did catch me so why would you let me go

It was a hot night but from my balcony I watched the black silhouettes of trees dancing softly and my heart was full and like the...

she wore a colorful but small kufi hat and a black jacket we walked to a party under strings of twinkly orb lights and seven moons I said...

we met in april though the tarot card reader had told me march I didn’t mind you at all a subtlety a hint of peach in barely a breeze...

I wear the same perfume I did in middle school I enjoy photographs of abandoned theme parks I have a voice like yellow sometimes I hate...

Ladies, ladies, ladies. DON’T freak out, do NOT text again asking if he got your message if he is still mad at you for not going over the...

I lie awake listening to ice cubes cackling to life upon water in the dark kitchen It is a familiar sound, in this July heatwave: vivid,...

I once dreamt that she was at a wedding saw how in love the bride and groom were and decided she was going to leave you right then and...

they say romance is dead but what is more romantic than staying up all night writing, in quick succession click click click, woosh, ding...

it was over before it really began we were lovers on Friday a modern tragedy by Tuesday and I got stuck with tickets to an obscure indie...

can you feel it the subtle shift in the bytes between us

men put down their heights because apparently that matters for whatever crimes for which these ladies seek partners none of these kids...