This time, eight years ago, I laid beside you, contemplating life. Specifically, my life. And what was left of it. I was so young. Too young to realize how y...

I've read that seven is an age of exploration, self-critique and combative complaining. I'm here to report that in the case of one Kennedy Samaire Rustmann, ...

I close my eyes and try to memorize the patterned sound of squeak-creak-squeak-creak, as our chair rocks back and forth atop the uneven wood

You know when the train’s comin' - How fast it’s goin’ - And that you’re standin’ - Where it’s headed.

There’s this part of me that hungers for the bloodlet. It’s like breaking a bone to set a sprain or lighting a controlled burn to put out a fire. I search fo...

Some nine months and ten years ago: forty-six chromosomes, two blue lines, and the unwavering perseverance of a girl too young to know better…. Some nine mon...