I dreamt of her two nights in a row. The first night, I saw her leaving a train and our eyes met - I forgot to look away - and her smile melted all the tightness in my chest into warmth. She hugged me and sparkled so brightly that I thought I’d go blind - … Continue reading and I wanted to
He told me that small spiders will jump from tree to tree, bush to bush, letting a delicate string carry them safely on the wind, leaving residue behind that we walk into in the mornings. I listened, absorbed, nodded and wondered where my own string would lead if I jumped away from him.
By Sara Chana Brummel A flower is so beautiful. Yet there's always that twinge of dread at the inevitability of them wilting and dying away. That was the feeling I first had when I realized I was in love. I reveled in its beauty and dreaded its ultimate demise. One night, I sat crying when … Continue reading The Rose
By Cat Coule “I don't want to talk about it,” I told Matthew. I turned away from him, towards the ocean. I was lying...and I wasn’t lying. My heart wanted. My throat did not. This was the one thing I had wanted us to talk about for so long. And, yet, if the words came … Continue reading You seem…sad.
Dreamt that I was having coffee with my old self - well, she was drinking coffee, I was having tea - and I decided to give her some advice. Hey, listen, you look gorgeous, you don't need makeup, do yourself and don't date him, or him, relax a little. Do some yoga. And, for god's … Continue reading Coffee with my old Self
I felt happy that day, and beautiful, truly beautiful. The right side of the bed followed me everywhere that morning; my teeth were extra sparkly and my eyes matched. I rejoiced in feeling not a single shred of anxiety, of guilt, of self-loathing. I was beautiful and intelligent and kind, the world smiled at me … Continue reading Life’s a Play
by Cat Coule Love what comes. When you are in the darkness and snakes crawl through open holes in your body and spiders walk up your spine with their babies on their back. Love what comes. When you are in the light and butterflies drink from the nectar of your hair and kittens make a … Continue reading What Comes and Goes
sometimes i take a honey wheat twisted pretzel and pretend it's a cigarette and i'm hanging out of the window, wind buffeting my face, so when the tears run down my face i blame the chill. adjusting my mascara, reapplying eyeliner, till my eyes don't look like my own, and my laugh twinkles around the … Continue reading Streaked with Grey
If you looked at me a second longer, I could probably fall into your eyes, leaning closer till I lose my balance, and forget that your smile doesn't quite reach that deep deep deep aqua blue. Is it bad of me to want more? Am I greedy? This morning, I wanted to sleep more. … Continue reading A Coffee, Maybe
i hope he lifts me up in the air spins me around - until my vision gets blurry and my head threatens to fall off until i can't tell if i want to die or laugh until i almost pass out - and sets me down. sometimes i pretend that my honey wheat pretzel … Continue reading What If