School Girls Sometimes I wish I had your cynicism And could laugh at everyone with you and the girls. I put on my bitchest face and pretend to hate Everything with a pulse, But my jokes aren’t heard and my comments seem ignorant, Because I don’t read underground publications, About feminist injustice, or cultural appropriation.... Continue Reading →
Happiness
My smile and yours; the upturned corners of a mouth I know so well.The colour of the sky when the night before was long, Never-ending, memorable, and perfect. When the phone rings and it's my mom. The smell of my house: poignant and piercing,It welcomes me home. Meaningful words from poets I feel like I knew. Happiness.
Whisper
Whisper Tell me a dirty message through pursed lips, In hast, in hurry and in love. I’ll be your confessional for a moment Or forever if you wish. I’ll hold my breath as you breathe your Life into my ear. Whisper your sins and I’ll take them in silence And hold them for you So... Continue Reading →
Happiness: Last Day
My legs are in between his; I press my palms onto his desk and slowly raise my body until I’m sitting in front of him. “We can’t do this anymore,” he says. And I inhale slowly then bite down on my lip. He says this a lot. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” but for some... Continue Reading →
Happiness.
I'm working on a piece called Happiness: it's suppose to be short-story that will help me get my ideas onto paper. I haven't worked out the plot entirely but I have an idea as to where its going. I'll be posting chapters of Happiness here.
Grab a Bowl
The following post is a poem I wrote when I was in a bad place. It may be a bit triggering to some, but I thought I'd share it. Its a promise I made myself and sometimes repeat when things get bad. For some reason though, I never make it to Day 90 with the... Continue Reading →
Mr. Monday: My First Publication
I could hear the kernels popping in the microwave as the smell of butter filled Clarissa’s kitchen. I stared at the numbers as they counted down. The movie played loudly and I peered around the refrigerator to see what was going on. Then I noticed a photograph, framed in wood on Clarissa’s mantel, it was... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I wanted to share a short story I wrote that was published in a collection of literary works. It was my first ever publication and to the this day, something I'm super proud of.
Famous Last Words 