7.22.18
A baby monster: Young and naïve still—yet, wise— Rising like the moon.
7.6.18
Do inebriates simply bathe in the booze they drink? Is that why the Friday fog is so heavy around them? Or is their hand-eye coordination so altered by drink that they miss their mouth and mop spills up with their shirt? It's funny, because despite those missed steps, slurred speech and leering eyes, the drunken... Continue Reading →
6.18.18
A trio of strong women Lit candles in my honour And sang love to me. I sleep and dream And awake Anew.
5.31.18
"We all succumb to something," I wrote, "Be it life, love Or heartache. Something consumes us in the end."
Interview with a Serial Killer
I'm a single gal and a career woman, and every now and then I get asked whether or not I go on dates. Usually, I have two answers: 1) Kind of, but I already know the person and the word date is only being used to describe us hanging out for the first time in... Continue Reading →
Once you learn what you're worth, you'll stop giving people discounts.
4.24.18
On my way home I watch the water; The rain patters against the shore, And a grey-blue haze erupts, Like a heavy-set cloud seeking friends. Quickly the creature engulfs the land, Consuming buildings which fade As if towering to heaven, And dismembering trees To branchless stumps Inconsiderately cut too high up. The spot before me... Continue Reading →
4.20.18
I wake up late. Change into an all black outfit, slap sunscreen on my face and wrap an emerald scarf around my neck. My first bus is late-- but it's always late and I've made it a habit of catching the one at 7:44am knowing it will arrive at 7:57am. I run out my house... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 