What it’d be like: A Poem
I used to wonder what it’d be like— growing old with you. How you might clutch your cane in one hand and my hand in the other as we hobble down our street on achy hips and arthritic feet and how you might forget my name every once in a while or even that we’re […]
Ghostly Senses
I used to sleep on my stomach, eyes and left ear buried in the crook of my left elbow, right palm pressing into my right ear. reducing my senses to touch, smell, and taste. We wouldn’t need those in sleep anyway. My momma told me, “Close your eyes and tell them to go away.” […]
The allure of the dance: A Poem
I never understood the allure of the dance until it was my only excuse to be close to you and then the sidestep came naturally. The weave, fallaway, reverse, pivot. Close enough to feel your breath on my temple and see your pulse in your neck and then arm-length away, distant enough to feel […]
Literary Tropes I Hate
Welcome to another booktube trend! Today I’m listing book tropes that I really don’t like to see in books. When I was doing some research and watching Book Tropes I Hate videos on Youtube, I noticed a lot of them included things that boiled down to genuinely bad writing. I’m going to try to avoid […]
A warped face on the bottom of the glass: A poem
A warped face on the bottom of the glass but the child only saw a pig. A pig, and nothing more. She studied the thin, black holes of eyes, nose large and prominent, tip of the upper lip barely visible over the thick white liquid. It was watching her. She drank quicker so it could […]
I dove feet first into the blanket of your love: A Poem
I dove feet first into the blanket of your love But instead of folds of fabric, I was met with cold water that felt like concrete. My Achilles’ heel broke on impact. My strength waned as I sank to the depths; I started to kick, reminding Mother Nature that I was still her baby. I […]
The Great Light of Night: A Poem
He made two great lights and called night the lesser, but we choose to embrace the weight of day’s heavier sister, reserving day for all that’s productive, claiming surface fulfillment, but letting the night be the one that’s seductive, saving what’s real for when we cannot see. The lesser light is for making […]
Let Me Start By Saying: A Poem
Let me start by saying I could be totally off base here. But it really does appear like this person you’re portraying isn’t you. It’s a little dismaying how every time I look at you, you seem to be someone new. From the truth you are straying and from me. The tricks you’ve […]
Words I’m Nitpicky About
I recently published a blog about individual words that I believe society has given disproportionate power. Getting riled about a single word is a bit ridiculous, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be intentional about the words we say. And while this blog is titled “Words I’m Nitpicky About,” I’m more revolting against the definition […]
Love, Theoretically: A Creative Rant
*I feel it’s very important to say this isn’t a poem, because it violates a lot of things I think are important to poetry. It’s not quite as bad as “instagram poetry,” but it’s not intentionally formed as a poem should be. So I’m calling it a creative rant of social commentary with line breaks.* […]