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Short Fiction, Writing

The Elephant

October 22, 2022October 19, 2022 sw.

I see beauty in a freedom I never experienced growing up, and I am not jealous. My own closet is a place I have come to call home rather than cage, and I am not angry.

Poetry, Writing

| indecision |

October 8, 2022October 6, 2022 sw.

“My home is made of doors, / One stacked on top of another / To form the walls of an open cage / From which I cannot escape”

Novels, Writing

“The next summer—fascinated—she collected the shells leftover from Cicada Season. Armed with a shoebox and nimble fingers, she wandered around the yard with bare feet, with the grass tickling her toes.”

Short Fiction, Writing

papier-mâché // composite of an identity

June 10, 2022June 8, 2022 sw.

The paint is chipping, she thinks, distantly. The paint is chipping and there is only cheap paper underneath, papier-mâché crumbling at the edges.

Poetry, Writing

93.

May 31, 2022May 31, 2022 sw.

Memory is a blank page for me, / Scooped out with a warmed spoon / And gooey on the tongue, / And I still cannot tell you what brought me / Joy as a child.

Short Fiction, Writing

these were the futures we never had

May 24, 2022May 24, 2022 sw.

You believed me–you shouldn’t have. Because time rotted through those pages, object permanence yellowing the edges of my memory, and we never saw each other again.

Short Fiction, Writing

Heartbreaker [Four Steps to Carnage]

May 1, 2022May 23, 2022 sw.

i. you gotta have fun

Poetry, Writing

87.

April 30, 2022May 19, 2022 sw.

I left the church at the tender / Age of twelve. / A stone too leaden, heavy, settling / In my belly– / My tongue too swollen / With a single syllable / I did not know by name.

Poetry, Writing

26.

October 17, 2021April 23, 2022 sw.

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

Poetry, Writing

45.

January 27, 2021January 27, 2021 sw.

I was the boat she / moored in the harbor. / I was neither / destination / nor journey– / just a vehicle.

Category: Writing

The Elephant

| indecision |

Cicada // Part 1

papier-mâché // composite of an identity

93.

these were the futures we never had

Heartbreaker [Four Steps to Carnage]

87.

26.

45.