she called me icarus–underfeeding that naivete does not shrink it, and instead I reached for a sunI knew would burn me yet, I stayed. accusation–bitter
Author: sw.
I'm an Oklahoma native who feels restless in both body and spirit.
I write in my spare time, but, mostly, I want to feel connected to the larger world around me. I've spent the majority of my life in a haze, and part of the process of returning to myself has been to write recollections and share more of myself with others.
The Rainy Skies of the North [Edinburgh, Scotland]
The one with where we get lost on a hill in Scotland.
Siphoning Hope from the Trail [Cliffs of Dover, England]
The one with the Cliffs of Dover.
Longing [Denver, CO]
The one with an Emerald Lake in the mountains.
Sunny Skies [Barcelona, Spain]
The one with La Sagrada FamÃlia.
Into the Abyss [Grand Canyon National Park, AZ]
The one with a canyon.
Mudslinger [Pauls Valley, OK]
The one with mud pies.
Limitless Oa’hu [Honolulu, Hawai’i]
The one with mopeds.
Cornered Coffee [London, England]
March 21, 2018 “Should I ask?” Ashton looked between the three of us, a half-eaten meal sitting on the table, the light of several candles