Anaconda
You glide through the waterWhile my fingernails dig fearfullyInto the palm of my handI reach out to you, spreading my…
Hello! My nieces call me Aunt Author, and I am here to share my stories, poems, and thoughts with you. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy writing them.
With fists of stone, I throw a punchMy aim off kilter, and the strengthEbbs from my fingertips, as my hand…
According to the Journal of Food Engineering, “Peach fruit quality is adversely affected by bruise damage. In order to reverse…
Sliver My thumb and forefinger squeeze the tip of my pointer finger to no avail. The tiny piece of wood…
Aunt Author is more than just my nickname. It is a persona that I have inherited through both tragedy and…
Slap! Melanie threw her ace of spades down on the floor with gusto. “It’s an aces war!” Jacob shouted, tossing…