There’s something about the corners of her mouth that seem to sag like a sack of rice Grabbed in the middle so the grains shift their weight down and to each side. Her eyes do it too…Maybe that’s why it’s so delightful when they light up suddenly, making the whole world weightless. She is as … More Winona
Good evening, fellow souls. I realized that today is my first anniversary with WordPress! I finished my final exam of first year university today (well, not quite…it was a 26 page written exam of which I left 3 pages entirely untouched), then headed home to relax before going out with a friend. This year has … More Storytelling
There’s a girl sitting over there. She’s slightly hunched, clutching her stomach and her neck is jutting out at a weird angle.Come to think of it, her portrait looks kinda like a stone turtle, long unmoving neck, heavy head and exposed tummy. She hasn’t had her period in three months but she’s a virgin. It’s … More Sara the Angsty Turtle
It sometimes happens that when you take a walk under the stars, you can instead find yourself among them.
When I walk with you, I am reminded of all those obscure specks from the corners and coves of the globe which somehow unite to illuminate the earth from within. … More Walking with a friend, among the stars
I. I did not intend to take my revenge on the world as a robot. When my heart was breaking and all you had to offer was: “I’m a good world. Come on, you know that… I’m a good world” “Don’t you believe me?” With each 0 and 1, each dry tedium of equability The … More Robot Revenge
If you want a trip, step out onto the porch for a minute or maybe take an evening walk. If you’re ready, bite your lips and draw a deep hard breath of fresh autumn air. Keep walking. As you walk, the first thing you can notice is the magnificent crackling of the fall leaves under … More If you want a trip
Some people have tattoos on their thighs. I have speckled bruises, a constellation of hope. The spots spread out as barley barley fields across light blue prairies- Graceland. These tattoos, they peek out beneath soft pockets of denim and speak of the rolling hills. Or of city streets and the wait at the train station … More Tattoos of the Prairie and the Sea
I’ve been alone for so long I’m concerned I don’t even remember how to be with people. When my greatest moments are alone Pumping music and love and life into my ears Dancing in my kitchen, knives and onions, carrots and strawberries, happy plastic utensils getting jiggy with me. I walk down the sidewalk, sun … More Invite: APARTMENT PARTY! PAINT MY WALLS WITH YOUR BLOOD.
Through the long, cool fingers of the wind, I passed a crisp train ticket. The winds were changing, dancing across my undone jacket and up my sleeves. A hint of pine, an exhibit of possibilities, and a cluster of dampened leaves, and an exhibit of possibilities hit my nose. A brick street at dusk, lit … More A Train Ticket at 12 Degrees