June 25, 2021
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
THE UNIVERSAL SPIRIT OF “WE”
Shade sweeps across my toes and hair as my hips sway. I talk low, threading words into sentences, traversing the wireless to another. Her voice, small and intelligent, vast in her breath of language, is articulate and a joy.
August 4, 2019
WHEREVER, WHENEVER
She is round and fluid in a long floral skirt and a salmon-colored short-sleeve shirt. She drinks coffee, and her gaze flits over the room. Her lips are thin but sweet, smiling when anyone speaks.
July 13, 2019
IS LOVE MORE PAINFUL THAN HATE?
I heard a song the other day, something about love being more painful than hate.
July 1, 2019
