• Learning to Lean into Anxiety

    Learning to Lean into Anxiety

    Sometimes I can sense anxiety attacks before they come. That familiar pressure starts building up in my chest, like someone dropped a brick straight…

  • The Construction of a Mother

    The Construction of a Mother

    Adults love to say children know nothing. Children love to believe they hold the knowledge of the world in their little hands. Personally, I…

  • Home for Christmas

    Home for Christmas

    Christmas was going to be different this year. Of course, Sylvia had decided it would be the moment she’d told her dad she would…

  • Letters to Milena

    Letters to Milena

    “I hardly remember the details, just that we kept on merging into one another, I was you, you were me.” Franz Kafka, Letters to…

  • The Infestation

    The Infestation

    The Outside  Mr. and Mrs. Davidson lived in a bungalow in a cul-de-sac, right across from a house occupied by Ms. Ray and her…

  • I Have Started to Go Out More

    I Have Started to Go Out More

    Now I actually leave my room,  Every day, I hop on the black train,  No matter if it is sun or rain,  I lug…

  • Sand Castles

    Sand Castles

    When I was young, I drew sculptures on the beach, holding tight against reckoning waves, In bold ignorance of all to come they stood,…

  • lament of a mournful poet

    lament of a mournful poet

    i cannot read poetry at night     when my thoughts run wild within my solitude,     the words on the page overrule the suppression of memory.…

  • Kill the Storyteller II

    Kill the Storyteller II

    Empty pages dust the landscape Tables splintered, chopped, and torn apart Heat the homes Bring the people together Heal the wounds narratives wrought upon…

  • seasons of change

    seasons of change

    it smells like summer again      sunscreen, and bug spray your sweat on my tongue it smells like autumn again      cinnamon, and apple crisp your…