She stands just beyond my reach,unfolding slow, like she knows I’m watching. Petals pale against the dark,her scent thickens the air,sweet, heavy, made to be breathed in deep. I want her in my hands, in my grip,but she stays just where...

Baby come hereLet me whisper in your earLet's do thingsNaughty thingsThings that will make your mother have nightmaresThings that make the priest say a prayer, but still stareCome here babyWe have the whole nightLet's start this off slowI can...

In came she, the Apprentice, wanting to learn the trade of budding. Out in the garden, she trimmed her grass, first. She was green like a twig, but a perfect novice to tease. I watched her from the distance,looking...

I walked through the garden again this morning. The flowers all bent, their colors drained by a sun that no longer remembers how to shine. The ground, once soft beneath my feet, feels hollow now, like something taken away before I...