September 8, 2021
June 25, 2021
INSANITY IS RELATIVE
Who's to blame? The preverbal switch-a-roo, so to say. I like to think that it's others, but it's usually me.
June 18, 2021
BURNT AIR
Burnt air tastes of ash and smoke. Specks of lined paper rise up on a sweeping current into the sky.
June 9, 2021
BAITED HOOK, FLYING
The boy's spine curled forward, similar to a shaved orange peel, though he clearly wasn't an orange.
May 26, 2021
A MILLION THOUGHTS
I have a million thoughts meandering through my brain, but none of them crave the microphone. None of them rise to the forefront.
August 29, 2019
TO THE SKY, TO THE LIGHT
He lingered in the doorway, tall and dark. Bright too, in the glow of the sun that sizzled his face.
August 16, 2019
WORTHY OF MY OWN ACCEPTANCE
Powerful. Me becoming who I am or who I wish to be. How do we bring that about, this believing in oneself? Ultimately, this unshakable belief stems from me believing in myself—owning myself, all of me.
August 4, 2019
