Inkwell Spotlight: House on a Hill

Joy was a purple, scratched, plastic sled. The one we used to fling down a hill.  Anticipation was sitting on that itchy blue and white rug. The same rug we’d burrow pennies in until they were lost at...

Inkwell Spotlight: Grievances & Co.

All of my friends have new dead matter And I have an apt. with crumbs & staphylococcus aureus on the floor, cabinets stained by red subtle drops, dishes I foster / an apt. without table space to...

Inkwell Spotlight: You and I, Me

You and I I gave everything    but realized I had nothing I tried to take it back    but was not allowed to   You finally gave    but it’s a burning barren...

Inkwell Spotlight: Maybe

Maybe God gave me purpose, maybe he caused this pain Am I wrong for being angry? everytime I move forward– something knocks me down again, life is a journey, no one said it would be...