OPENING LINES TO LOVE AS A PORTAL: A NOVEL

The first time I met Ayden, he appeared as if out of nowhere and I could tell immediately that he wasn’t a ‘show up with a garbage bag’ case. There was an older girl with him, dragging his hand into the outdated, 80’s style living room. Their matching suitcases were brand-new, as were the shoes on their feet. Standing side-by-side, the resemblance between Ayden and his sister was uncanny. Both with translucent pale skin and light-colored eyes. Blue with hints of light green, intense with their eye contact like their mama never told them to stop staring...

Writing

“Wear a skirt tomorrow for me.” He puts out his homemade cigarette without taking another puff, and I’m grateful he didn’t offer any to me. His...

Wild how “hood” books are banned, but true crime isn’t. In this cinder-block dumpster, somewhere in middle-of-nowhere Texas, some guy in a nice...