Winter urges us inwards; into our apartments, into our beds, into our ourselves. It is the season for sadness, or rather, self-reflection. Read More
Truly, the way she viewed her life was through the lilt of poetry. Words cradling all love and fear and hopes in their sinewy formations; stringy and tough and dependable are words. Read More
I love travel. Mostly because for so long you’re no where. You’re no one. You’re trapped inbetween time. It’s like not existing. Read More
Is this how we’re supposed to grow? Sideways? Out of ourselves? Stretching ourselves all over our lived experiences? Read More
Anyway she was bored. Beneath her feet the crust of the earth was churning. Tectonic plates scraping against each other hundreds of miles beneath her. Read More
X stared at his text message. The music was building. Electronic synths climbing towards the chorus. Everything felt dramatic. She... Read More
She looked so innocent and drunk and eyes glazed over. Read More
X sat and faced her computer. Tonight was the night she would pick back up the novel of her life. Read More