When I started my Medium journey, I wanted stories full of pretty pictures. Eventually, I realized everyone had access to that, thanks to places like Unsplash. But not everyone. had original artwork displayed on their stories. So I started to create my own banners. I love doing it, and I…

It’s funny — the way nervous can grow on you. In you. It crops up innocuously enough at first when you’re peeking down from the branches of a tree you shouldn’t have climbed or you’re sneaking out of the manor past curfew. Nervous is only an echo then, the fingers…

It’s expectation, that our love should manifest in lovemaking and our bodies breed affection —  that we are made whole by the frenzied…

The Strange Wood was awash in a golden-mote haze, the streets all seeming to Amnesia’s eyes tired and lazy. There were few people out and about, leaving her to her own devices as she treaded her sun-baked path with casual ease. As often as she made her way from the…

A Poem

If the one she’d fought for, the one she’d taken in breath for every moment of every day since well before her memories reached, no longer needed — no, no longer wanted — her, then what was there left? Johain might have held the answer in his kind eyes and…

In the hollow —  two round-perfect river rocks, opaque; deep in earth scrawled on curling scrap; a shard of glass scored scarlet; the…

Kiss me like it’s your last breath Or love me like it’s mine.

An Open Plea to Hollywood To Pretty Pretty Please Stop Butchering Southern Accents — Despite being a native Mississippian, I’ve found myself at odds with southern culture plenty. …