To My Parents,

I can’t even fathom what it would be like to talk to you guys again. I feel like this is the only way I know how- and still it’s not even you. I can only provide the smallest amount of comfort in an attempt to emulate what it was like when you were around. I…

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There is nothing that bothers me more than how long it’s been. I miss writing and I miss the confidence it gave me, I miss waking up everyday and getting to live and breathe the craft. I’ll be back soon. I feel it coming.

Loose Ends

I read a study once– actually I don’t remember if it was a study, or what it was. But, the point is, it was the source of a quintessential notion, in my opinion. This piece suggested that our emotions are not reliable upon our current environment. I disagreed with this at first too, but it’s still…

The September

It was September, the season of dead leaves and lattes. It was September, the month my mom died and my birthday. It was September, the September. July and August always come and go with ease, I’d just moved out of my family’s house and just started meeting some new people. It was the September that…

Journal 6: This Came Out a Lot Like a Narrative

You’ve done it! You have awarded me my first C on an essay, the sharp consonant in all of its glory. I have never gotten a C, not on my writing. I have gotten very few responses to my writing that haven’t been full of praise. Don’t take my introduction as some sort of petty,…

This is About Abuse

Spoken by myself three years ago. I wish we thought this through… No, wait. There was nothing to think through, and I don’t think taking it slow would have helped either. I wish I could have seen it all in hindsight, but I was too busy pushing forward and the terminal velocity of my affections…

Literary Absence

Sorry that I haven’t been posting. I’ve been distracted experiencing life rather than telling you guys about it, my other excuse is that I’ve been writing pieces that I feel more confident in than usual, so i’m working on figuring out which ones are worth sharing. There will most likely be A TON posted in…

Feminism in Brevity

“I don’t need feminism,” I’ve said this numerous times, I never realized that the reason I always felt this way was due to my obliviousness. Indifferent people argue, “Why do we need feminism if we just want equality?” But that’s the thing, we don’t have equality, feminism is the fight. Feminism is the movement towards equality….

Story 1 (As told by my mother)

My mother always recommended that I keep a journal. She was the sheer motivator behind the hundreds of pages I’ve found myself on. When she passed away, I found her journal that had many pages filled with her short-hand. This story, which was written in I presume to be about 2007, is absolutely true and…

Songs for Inspiration

Ill-fitting from what I usually post, but i’m going to share with you all a list of songs that are not only good, but do a fantastic job of being inspiring, or motivational, or whatever. They’re good. Here. I made it so all of the links open in a new tab, so you can endlessly…

On King

The most crucial sentence I have ever read in regards to my writing, or my life, was by Stephen King. It’s not about homicide – eh, I guess it could be. “You must not come lightly to a blank page.” What Is Writing? Stephen King explains. This short sentence, down to it’s bare knuckles means…

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“I think a lot about killing myself, not like a point on a map, but rather like a glowing exit sign at a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave.” Neil Hilborn, a popular slam poet, describes suicide this way. I love this depiction. I’ve never claimed to be…