There are few things in life that are more soothing to me than coloring. Coloring. Markers, crayons, colored pencils, chalk. Anything. And so I have decided to write about it, for the sake of writing about it - and it'll all be in organized little lines, like my poems or prose pieces. In the turmoil … Continue reading Reaching Stillness
Category: Prose
Amélie
She leans back and the light from outside the window flashes on her exposed teeth, framed by slightly parted lips. The vintage gramophone on her nightstand has been trumpeting the orchestral "Non, je ne regretted rein," over and over for the past hour. She doesn't tire of it, and moves the needle to play it … Continue reading Amélie
Echo
I chose the name "Echo" because that's how this all came about - a piece sent to a friend, a "What do you think of this?" and the response was a morsel of prose, the perfect echo. From there it became a search for increased creativity, and friends from all over the country have beautifully … Continue reading Echo
A Distraction
The other day I imagined that I could fly, and I was awake, and I almost did. But then my mind flinched and I remembered that humans don't fly and I felt an overwhelming sadness. I blinked and the world stopped. The largest bee in the world was next to me and I wasn't afraid … Continue reading A Distraction
Transitions II
Is this your twenties? Uncertainty lies in every direction while each day lasts a week, and each week lasts a minute. Is it Thursday already? Days pass filled with french presses and side projects for friends while you write songs about banana peels and laugh as you catch up with across-the-country old memories. Is it … Continue reading Transitions II
Solitude series
Silence but for the headphones in my ears playing soft music that kind of matches the calm water. And I can't remember why my mind was tumultuous for 7 days straight When I cleaned vigorously instead of crying, and when my breathing sped up I just went to exercise to create an excuse for my … Continue reading Solitude series
Tarnished Silence, No Longer Gold
I believe I’ve become too reliant on the company of others. It’s gotten to where I cannot find a moment of peace because my past self has already scheduled time for every day of the week with various people, with whom I don’t want to lose touch. If I’m not texting someone, I’m distracting myself … Continue reading Tarnished Silence, No Longer Gold
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When I was a kid I thought I ran so fast that if I ran just a little faster I would fly, I decided my superhero name would be Spaztic Fantastic, I jumped off the swing at the high part of the arch and I knew I would land on my feet, And I did. … Continue reading 23
A Quick Break
I would like to take a break from poetry momentarily and talk about what's on my mind. Of course, that's a dangerous thing, because everything is always on my mind, rushing through and then I'm trying desperately to grab something to anchor me before it swings past. Anyway. I've been thinking a lot about anger … Continue reading A Quick Break
Hey, Girl…
I wrote this piece in a frenzy, after receiving a series of compliments on my physical appearance by multiple individuals. At the time, I was obviously feeling emotionally and intellectually neglected, but re-reading it made me realize: how would someone know what you want to hear, or what you value, unless you tell them? We … Continue reading Hey, Girl…
