They can't help but look steal a glance get the chance be our witness Gravity pulls their eyes like a magnet cause we have it I'm never...

I was feeling sorry for myself you're having a baby with someone else but all at once it occurred to me when you look at her you think of...

This world itches at me scratches my skin like a wool sweater I cannot remove that I am forced to wear even when I no longer need it to...

At some point in 2019, I started writing my secrets down. I had no one else to tell them to, so I decided I would tell them to everyone....

There are stories in him, the same way they live in me. His veins run black with ink and his bones are made of book spines. I want to...

a little white light dances in the deep dark night shines like hope in an endless blue it beckons me to explore the sea way deep down in...

You wanted poetry, didn't you? Mine, and yours. I gave you both. You wanted crashing waves and bloodied knees and the heartbreaking...

these are getting easier now the endings I think that means I'm getting easier now too in this skin that I have finally stopped picking...

Walls up! I hear the mortar and trowel slide on red brick Scraping Walls up Tears us down Walls up! A man must learn to help himself...

D___ told me yesterday about how needy and emotionally unstable his girlfriend is. It dawned on me that neediness and emotional...

A man boarded the train, his voice booming as he walked through the closing metal doors. It was loud and gruff.

I prefer what is and what was to what could have been they sting smarter harder in the here and now but life lessons are like tattoos...

A novel by Steph Shuff

How could we have known that our last kiss might be our last kiss?

I must be the only girl in the world who doesn't like California with its golden hours and easy weather and wide smiles, hiding all the...

I like his crystal eyes, his hesitant smile, his deep and tonal voice; I like the timbre and the tenor of it, as if it has been crafted,...

My dad gave me an amaryllis bulb for my birthday this year. Have you ever seen one? I love the way nature speaks powerful things without...

You told me this was delicate fragile a flower. a thin piece of glass. I heard you and so I carry it a certain way cupped in my palms...

I didn’t expect your sharpness. It was sudden, as if I had stepped on something splintered while walking, surefooted, through what I...

There’s a thing that happens when I meet certain people. It’s hard to put it into words, and it’s even harder to know if my confidence in...