she was beautiful
the crystal had appeared without warning seemingly suspended in midair; not by strings nor a contraption but rather by its pure existence
in an instant fascination tethered gaggles of onlookers to its core calling forth a voiceless dare should you touch me? …
it’s better to just be straightforward
to be just a little bit blunt
i could place the words i want to say
in a neat little package
top it off with a glittery bow
and wrapped in shimmery paper
dotted with prismatic shapes
forming a kaleidoscope of colors
all around its squared edges…
“I can’t be friends with you. You’re a pig.”
That seemingly innocuous sentence left the lips of a girl I considered one of my best friends in second grade.
In a wing of seven-year-olds clamoring and congregating before class started, it was typically deafening and difficult to concentrate.
Hey. Look at me. It’s okay, right? Just look at me. It’s alright. I’m here. I got you. Don’t worry.
My bed is my sanctuary: my respite for retreat, the permanent and reliable stasis of every night to recharge and mull over the day’s happenings. Swaddled by the warmth of…
On another plane
I become the dream pilot
I draw my own map
I haven’t written many haikus, and they seemed deceptively easy to write — but they are anything but…
those were clouds
you plucked from the sky
and folded neatly
in the pocket of your coat.
you handed them to me —
carefully, as to not distort their shape
— but no words left your lips.
but on contact
a surge of electricity
nipped at my fingertips
a sharp buzzing
I’m a big fan of Charlie Brooker’s dark sci-fi anthology Black Mirror (I even wrote an in-depth review of the fourth season). The show has been around since 2011, eventually finding its home on Netflix, and captivating audiences with tales of technology and humanity gone awry, and asking the question…
I consider myself a writer. But I haven’t actually written anything of note for months.
Well, to be exact, I’ve written some one-off stanzas for poems that have come to my mind at 3 AM in my Notes App; I’ve started and stopped many ideas for stories that I’ve had…
I hate to admit it. But I’ll say it to you, now. I committed a crime.
Before you question me, “What? What in the world
did you do? What could it be?” I’ll please ask that you search
and find it in your heart
to not judge me. …
Today seems to be a normal day on the internet. Memes, politics, television discussion, and… animal abuse?