Tagged: #LGBTQ

Poems of Love and Death

Jean’s hand swept over the fluffy feather attached to his quill, candlelight glinting against its ivory tip, waiting to be grasped, to dance on the page once more. His other hand clutched an elaborately...

3 Dates and a Movie

Date No. 1 The wind kept blowing her silky straight hair into her face. She was trying to tuck it behind her ears. But it would always find a new angle to blow the...