TW: Miscarriage/pregnancy loss Pause for a poem with me today, a poem I never imagined I would need to write. The poem below has been a work developed over the last few months since what I can now consider the worst day of my life, March 31st, 2025. The time in question occurred in the …
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Come What May (Never)
A treasured colleague recently told me, "I usually like it when I got a crisis moment...it energizes me." I won't disagree; crisis or rifts can mean upcoming change, though not always positive and productive. But even after the storm, we do eventually experience a calm, a reprieve. But it's been raining in my writing life …
Lovers of the Iris
I'll meet you in the irises My dear, my dear Where no one will see How much you mean to me Hide in the flowers, My dear, my dear And we'll spend the hours Searching for our towers With no one but you and me. We'll count the stars My dear, my dear And race …
-Wheeze- Are Ghosts Real?
Put a like on the post if you understand the wheeze reference in the title. You are also free to comment "no," and a headshake 'no' if you really understand it. If you don't, check out Buzzfeed Unsolved with Ryan and Shane (they're older now as the two have moved on to make their new …
For My Eyes Only
I used to follow an online comedian who did amazing skits with herself using filters, apps, and hilarious script writing to play different characters of herself. I later read her autobiography which indulged in all of the backstory of how she went from being a wannabe actress to addiction issues and then a family life …
The Emotional Writer: Writing Angry
When I was writing my capstone project, Seedling (seriously, check it out on the page), I was much too eager to write in all of my problematic relationships and using my main character as the funnel for some personal vendettas. No, really, I melted the face off one character who was loosely based off an …
Thunder Thighs and Crinkle Fries
It's not a shocker that I, a woman, who was once a preteen girl and even younger, have body issues. Last year, I went on the biggest weight loss kick of my life. I lost over forty pounds, though that still kept me in the overweight range according to the BMI chart (let's be completely …
Drowning in the Shallows
I admire John's eager love for the beach, the ever churning ocean waves, and the recklessness of swimming to far out islands and buoys barely visible from the sandy shore. A wildness comes out in him at the beach, when the sun is high and hot, the water cold and rushing up past your shins. He's extremely playful like a Labrador set free in a dog packed dog park, but I was so timid and downright terrified when first standing in the damp, cool sand.
Beautiful Destruction on Glory Road
The following short story was one I wrote back in high school. It won an honorable mention in a county-wide contest, which was remarkable enough to post my picture in the city paper. I was surprised because I honestly hated this story, loathed this character I created, and still do. But to this day, it's …
The Moth In My Chest
Warning: the following post contains self-harm habits and mental health distress. Reader should proceed with caution. I have learned to embrace the wiggle-tickle in my chest. It's been there since I was small and the morning of each school day was framed with a nervous outlook that never changed, except perhaps on Fridays when I …
The World of Abigail Rose 