This moment

suddenly, nausea, hives altering the topography of my skin. fear. i am afraid all of the time. the sense of safety so diligently cultivated stolen swiftly in a melange of squealing tires and crashing metal. i used to love driving they were the moments where i found peace. i’m a city kid, each teenage fervor, agitation, sentiment … More This moment

some thoughts on loving oneself, or, how i got drunk on a thursday night in october

Someone told me recently that I am really mean to myself. It might have even been me. I read a Khalil Gibran quote yesterday, he said, “God told me to love my enemy, and I obeyed and loved myself.” loving myself. I still don’t understand what that means. I made it to 31 years of … More some thoughts on loving oneself, or, how i got drunk on a thursday night in october

Poetry

I often find myself giving poetic reasons for why I stopped writing, My favorite is that putting ink to the page feels so much more permanent than the thoughts that fuel the urge. And there exists truth in that statement though it feels more and more hollow every time the words fall from my lips. … More Poetry

trapped

Trapped, I’m trapped I’m trapped in this country trapped in this society, trapped in this house trapped in this body trapped. I want out I want a way to a better future but I fear the only future I have is the one that is coming. And it looks dim. I don’t want to see … More trapped

Hmmm

I feel like now is the time when there should be crazy free expression. And I wonder if people struggle with free expression because they struggle with telling themselves the truth, much less putting their idea of truth out there in a way that makes a thought tangible. Imagine! A thought, a tiny firing of … More Hmmm