Tag Archives: Jillian Briglia


Jam on eager fingertips smeared across the pages of an atlas like freshly printed ink streaking across the graham cracker plains of a baked Alaskan ideal. Veins like streets and streets like maps circling circling your heart or maybe my … Continue reading

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It was raining commas when the writers fell in love. Sometimes he found that the stars reminded him of her freckles like asterisks. Sometimes she found that the curve of the moon recalled the purple crescents under his eyes. Sometimes … Continue reading

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