A Necessary Struggle

Part 1: Early Morning Sleeping Arrangements In Trevor’s bed was the last place Lela Emery should’ve been but that’s where the espresso beauty was. She slept peacefully as Trevor’s arm lazily draped over her hip with their hands interlocked. Streams of light shone through the white blinds bouncing off the taupe walls as their chest…

Girl’s Best Friend

Four legs, floppy ears And littered with spots He may be mute But he talks a lot Not in words and sentences But silence-shattering barks and high pitch yelps Beckoning my attention Like a toddler of sort Sometimes I call him monkey And maybe even homie But mostly I call him My best friend, The…