sculpture
the air smells like grass and sweat and stormsit curls like a careful cloud of sweet smoke around my fingertipsi reach foreward and make a fist in the fogthe veins in my arm tighten like rope...
View Articlei write
i writethe action is magic, a paint brush dripping with enthusiasm.i writemy head is a symphony of words that crescendo and descrescendo like winds off the oceani writeand the world stills, its toes...
View Articleallegro
i find light in the way you hum a melody and look to me for the words, my heart is brimming and over flows more often than my eyes these days.i never thought i would see this day,when the world seems...
View Articlelove reminds me of the sky
when thunder fills up the sky each nighti think of you when the lightning strikesthe brightness reminds me of your eyes. when the sweet scent of rain fills the airi feel my fingers in your hairthey...
View Articlesociety
i am sick and tired of society telling me that i need a boy in order to be whole.i am sick and tired of walking down the school hallways and feeling insecure because i don't have someone to hold my...
View Articlevanished
i don't want to be that girl who has pity dripping from her cheeksher breath a smoky fog that warns others away.i don't want to be the girl who causes intense whisper sessions in the corner of the...
View ArticleApology
I apologize.The feeling of shame smacks across my face like a tired hand.I apologize for being like her,For being wild.I am sorry for being different.That one drop of water flying out of the...
View Articlehe is
he tastes like english tea and brilliance.i carve my name into his mouth and leave my handprint in the sidewalk where we stood.the colors beneath my closed eyes swirl in my blindness and i am full of...
View Articletonight
tonight is screaming panic,and little sisters' labored breathing.mama's hands smell like strong soaptired hands wired with tension. tonight is my blonde hair hanging like strings in discomfort, and...
View Articletestimonial (from the celebration of writing)
back when the world was divided between fire and ice, i fell like a star.i slept in a stack of hay for three days and nights.on the fourth day, my mother the goddess of forgiveness carried me home in...
View Articlenutcracker
when she was 9 months old the world was new mama and papa still had smile lines around their eyesand she laughed at them sitting in the dining room eating mashed potatoes.she sat in her grandmothers...
View Articleterrified
the truth is you occupy more space in my mind than i'd like to admit,everything smells like you and every shiver of happiness sends my mind off in a rebellious race to you.i can hear your voice in...
View Articlesummer after senior year
we were supposed to go to ireland together summer after senior year.our grandparents were helping us save, little by little and all i could think about was backpacking trips and concerts in europe and...
View Articleallegro
i find light in the way you hum a melody and look to me for the words, my heart is brimming and over flows more often than my eyes these days.i never thought i would see this day,when the world seems...
View Articleto dance is to free the spirit
light spreads like water over the hills and hangs in a canopy.sunshine has an air of golden fascination. across wooden floorboards her feet fly faster than thenew morning.she bends and flips, as...
View Articlefreedom steals her breath away
she loves the city.as cliche as it is, she loves every crack in every sidewalk,every light that flickers from grimy windows late at nightevery discarded wrapper crumpled in the street with a few dead...
View Articlelike rain
her head is pounding spinning tumbling scrambling settlingon nothing and she's always breathing hard. her eyes are wild like horses unleashed who paw the ground with frantic hooves.she is a live wire,...
View ArticleGenerator 1/16 rough draft
On Satruday morning at noon the energy at The Generator was high. Creativity and ideas were flowing freely, both for members and those of us who were there to hear a story or two. Noise filled...
View Articlefebruary
it always hits her this time of yearwhen the air is as frigid as her memories and teeth clack together like icicles. it knocks the breath out of her in a solid punchleaving her reeling and stumbling,...
View Articleocean me, ocean you
the ocean brings me solace.she laps at my bare feet until they are sticky with salt and lifts my eyes to find her endlessness on the horizon. four years old and holding mama's hand ocean eyes and ocean...
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