Short Stories, Poems, and Whatever Else

  • warm milk & other comforting things

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    Nicole B
    in

    it is two in the morning and i am drenched in milk: moonlight through linen pale skin white sheets but the milk is warm like someone slowly heated it with the burner on low for a child who cannot sleep what is the difference between a child and a woman in her twenties? a few…

  • It’s Been Some Time

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    Nicole B
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    i don’t know exactly how long i don’t want to count days or hours but the mess in my personal space has grown and it’s hard to judge what was there before or which items i can project blame upon but i’ll start with the clean laundry on the floor as i write it’s raining,…