I Am Walking Through Trees, Falling in Love. {poetry}
So I watch as his luminescent hands trace my body as if it was Braille
and his mouth inhale my breath as if it were smoke and his eyes stoke the embers of my passions...
Open Swim. {fiction}
Thomas was closer now. She could almost feel his breath. She wondered how he had moved so quickly without her noticing.
“They’re beautiful,” Thomas said, “and that’s why. We’re not different. You run here to be quiet. I’m quiet all day because I’m tired of running.”
Charlotte was breathing ...
Run, Find Solace in the Enchanted Woodland of Shadowed Arts.
Your good nature opened the front door with the naïve hope that the sun shining through would brighten the veiled windows of their heart. Instead, their ego ushered you beyond the threshold of their attention and awareness. Evoked experience from a false guardian seeking to damage the core ...
4 am and Other Reluctant Friendships.
Instead of willing sleep to return, I've stopped fighting the shifting light. There's something oddly soothing about its reassuring progress. It is symbolic of impermanence. Nothing can remain the same, everything must change. It is these early morning meetings of truth that have led me to ...
Depression Is a Dirty Little Devil.
I have a beautiful friend. He has dedicated his life to working in developing nations. He goes to all those places that we read about in the news while we are safely snuggled up on our sofas. He gets evacuated from war zones, forced to leave behind locals with whom he has forged deep bonds. He ...
I Can Love You Better Now.
I wanted to be close to you. I wanted to inhale your exhale. I wanted to see my reflection in your eyes. I wanted to be rattled by the vibration of your laugh. I wanted to be awakened by the rumble of your snore. But the cavernous space between us was filled with too many tries and apologies. ...
Emotions: The Great Taboo.
What do we do usually do to children though immediately when a feeling arises? We become uncomfortable, diving into our selves. We cannot handle it, so we try to stop it by saying Don't cry. We get angry because we don’t know what to do. It scares us as we feel helpless. In turn, the child ...
Minding My Normal: Peaceful, But a Bit of a Job.
My husband and my children do not subscribe to my pages upon pages of thoughts and poetry and observations. They are loving and supportive, and they most likely skim my wordy musings from time to time. I can only imagine that there are minor moments of clarity for them as they read, if they ...
Sexually Transmitted Shame.
This is for the women who have been told they might not be able to have children. You are still a woman, this does not diminish your worth. This is for anyone who has been shamed based off of their bodies' responses to abusive partners, toxic relationships or unknown diseases. Whether it is a ...
Divine Connection and the Transcendence of Physical Union.
Do you remember that night of me telling you about the guy who died? Well, I was too ashamed to tell people what really happened. Obviously, my closest friends and family knew what he did to me, as it wasn't nice at all. In fact, it was quite evil, but everything happens for a reason, and ...