You should be here. You could at least call. When you needed me, you called. Cried your eyes out. And I mailed a check, yeah?
By Davina Zinn McKee16 days ago in Fiction
Epiphany glimmers around my ostracism. It’s curtains for me in their halo of ghost light, and their crisp lot of flashbulbs in my darkroom halt development. They
By Davina Zinn McKee24 days ago in Poets
My desire was to seduce him. Possess him. Consume him. Can you blame me? I did what any woman would. I invited him to the wilderness.
By Davina Zinn McKee6 months ago in Fiction