I write romance. All kinds of romance---seedy, loving, new, old, LGBTQ, Straight, non-binary, science-fiction---everything. I love it all. I just wanna write all day long and create the best characters!
It’s Bella, not Taco Bell
They used to call her Taco Bell, but that wasn’t her name. It was Bell. Belle. Like Beauty from Beauty and the Beast, Belle. It should’ve been, anyway.
I’m a single dad. I live in a big city. Big deal. My girlfriend Joan left me, and now I have our son, Marcus, who is three and very adamant that he will become the world’s first toddler circus acrobat. He seems to want to climb everything, everywhere we go, and seems to have it in to give me a heart attack before he turns four.
An experimental Open Epistolary poem to my Aunts, my Mother, my sisters, and my Baba, my grandmother, and especially—-You. I love you. Love, Me.) ❤️ P.S- I picked Scarlett for the photo because she inspires me to fight no matter what happens in life.
I’ll give you the biggest toast, my dear
“You deserve better, my dear,” He whispered, filling the glasses quietly. “And I know we can’t toast... but maybe if we cover the glasses, we can do it in a similar spirit,” Manny continued as he and I locked eyes.
The sky is pink. It seeps into my very soul, where I feel I am sinking. Sinking and falling. Like the cherry blossoms at midnight.
Ah, Santa Claus. You might think of a fat, jolly old man with a white beard, twinkling eyes and an infectious laugh, whose sole purpose in life is to make families and children across the world happy—-by bringing toys and sweets for us to open on Christmas Day.
You ever feel that chill run down your spine? A tingling along your arm? The tiny hairs on your arms standing on end as though they are in shock of what terrifying thing might be lurking in the shadowy corner of your dark room at night?
The sky was pouring it’s fucking guts out, and I had to sit out there, watching for that goddamn package. My mother lived with me, and she yelled about shit. She yelled about everything, too. But shit was the main thing.