A part of me wakes up at sunset, and dreams about who I long to become.

On the Safe Side

The faded dust speckles on the window panels. The smattering of freckles on your cheeks that cheekily cross over your…

In the Space Between the Golden and Blue Hour

Disclaimer: Below is a recount of an Instagram post I read a few days ago. Although I have tried my…

Stepping into the cabin, the first indication of the wrongness of things was the complete, utter silence. There was no…

Resentment. Uncertainty. Desperation. Frustration. Anger. Hatred. The fact that you direct them at yourself lends insight into the progress of…

“Let’s eat!” She places plates of fusilli onto the varnished table – 1, 2, 3. There. Made for her 16-year-old…

Jane was plain. Painfully unremarkable; truly the most ordinary girl on the block. She was often lauded for her astounding…

A fresh pink stillborn. (You killed it.) A cursory glance reveals its lack of Movement; Motion; Activity – Utter stillness.…