TAMPERED TEMPER He tampered with her braids as he sat behind her in kindergarten. Her temper was swift and beautiful, a flaming handp...

LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE She held my hand my first day of kindergarten. Her red curly hair framed her freckled face, enflamed with dimpl...

7 A.M. He fell out of my bed one misty moisty morning and said he no longer loved the smell of my damp skin or the freckles on my nose...

MY EMPTY STOMACH I feasted on your charm, a robust meal of delectable deceit and emptiness. I hung on your arm, an empty delicacy fo...

It only takes a little plutonium to get back to the future, Marty.

I left a trail of tears behind me. Thankfully, they snuffed the fires.

The heat of your skin once seared my flesh, branded by your love. The salt of your tears once mixed with mine, snuffed that bright fla...

The smell of singed wood still gives me chills. Three years have past.

If it makes you happy, who am I to argue. It's your life.

Covered in grease, she walked down the aisle, that brown-haired girl who had such style. Coffee in hand, she hummed all the while. And po...