Candace looked over at the passenger riding in her car. Her best friend, Ivory, had the same long blonde hair as she, but thinner, prettier features. Candace’s round face had never been something she liked, but rather caused her to watch beauty tutorials on how to apply shading to give her a more defined jawbone, […]
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Prose by Kris Jordan Theirs was the worst kind of love. Dreamy and hopeful, sad and primarily one sided. He saw all her good and accepted her bad. And her bad looked like her passed out on the bathroom floor, her kid alone in her room, again. It was the nearest objects being hurled at […]
Read moreCheater Poem by Kris Jordan Poetry (c) 2016 Cheater How do I stop the brain and start the heart? I’m not present as I kiss her lips Don’t feel their softness because I’m not thinking of her The rock in my stomach has me thinking of another Thinking Always thinking I don’t feel her […]
Read moreHello Gorgeous prose by Kris Jordan Intellectually I know my beauty doesn’t change day by day. But I still look in the mirror to judge it. Some days, I am rather impressed. I see my reflection and push my shoulders back, smile and say, “Damn!” My confidence radiates and shakes the ether. Other days I see […]
Read moreIn Her Shoes Perspective Poetry (c) Kris Jordan I’m here, dripping sweat down my nose, working hard. Scrubbing the floors, the counters, the refrigerator shelves. Burning off this damn energy. Thinking of you. Wondering why I did you wrong. Slamming the vacuum into the corner. Cussing as I roll over my foot. Kicking my ass […]
Read moreShirley Temples and Long Island Iced Teas a poem by Kris Jordan (c) 2013 *this was orginally published in Anything Prose and Poetry, Too! (Anassa Publications, LLC) Our date was on Saturday morning I skipped cartoons to seal my hair back with a barrette Wiggled into a ruffle trimmed dress You wore cowboy boots and […]
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