Poetry: 

I burned my hand cooking. Red rushed through newly tender skin. Spilt spaghetti dinner down the sink. Our food we couldn't afford to...

i wonder if my professor sees his daughters in us the tired girls in the front row with their chins resting on their arms their eyes...

We are women Our voices must be powerful and loud Or else our thoughts will become swallowed in the crowd With minds and bodies no longer...

Losing love has softened my heart. I feel everything so intensely now, yet I can't help but feel grateful for it. How fortunate am I to...

the war of fire and snow a tale as old as you and i i demonize myself and dramatically glorify you according to lore angels chase after...

Red ruby drops of sweet  bounded by the stains of sin  crystalline knowledge  her pain eclipsed by facades.  contortions of self, ...

i feel the smallest when i’m like this curled up in my bed with tears staining my cheeks staining my pillowcase my shirt the stuffed...

A round, soft ball of wet, pale terracotta Craving change, I walk into the studio, Throw it down. Sitting, hands on the edge of the...

When I was in 8th grade, my favorite song was Ric Flair Drip.  It was immensely popular, played at the school dance.  Blasted in my pink...

The leaves crack As I touch each page of green Gone in a moment With Time’s undeniable caress Death clipped its edges And beckoned it...

There are rare precious moments in your life when your spirit and body aren’t the same size, and upon passing a pond of serenity and...

I come from the grey estate on the lake. Where the water’s bed runs sandy in the winter time. The old radiator creaks in exhaustion, and...

Oh to be seventeen Its seems the age had this high of adolescence With memories sharpening as if they were a knife Held to my throat....

Tonight I worshiped the moon so hard I got a little grass in my mouth. Hips shifted back, palms up, face pressed in the dirt. Tipsy on...

The heart finds itself afloat again, in a tiny boat made up of everyone it’s ever loved, in an ocean of everything it’s ever experienced....

A late September evening breeze flits through gentle windchimes, as it pushes a stream of smoke from newly lit fires. The bittersweet...

my flesh is soft decorated with marks and decaying from the inside out my guilt sits in my stomach like a pit trapped within the corpse...

In the shade of Capitalist reality We are shackled in Societal tendencies. Seen as a whole Individuality is drowned in auditory...

As I shuffled my playlist on Spotify, I listen to throwback 2000s songs. Filled with sensual vibes. Taking in its sweet melody. I listen...

Dear Nathaniel, Distance came upon as if drifting apart was a new chapter in our lives. Knowing each other wasn’t something that we knew...