I Could Have Sworn: A Poem

I could have sworn I was mad at you a minute ago. But lo and behold that smile full of abandon and beguile that speaks of   late night coffee runs from the shabby local gas station.  Strutting across the lot, the world our mansion.   We laughed into the night, daring the haunted corridors […]

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No Compromise in Illusion: A Short Story

I wrote this short story as an assignment for a class in college. It’s curated for a good grade based on the professor’s apparent preferences, so it’s not really my style. But it’s good to be taken out of your comfort zone. It’s speculative fiction and fantasy, and I usually like to write realistic fiction. […]

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Momentarily: A Short Story

I have always heard people say, “I forgot who I was.” But I had no idea how literally they meant it. Now, as I look through pictures of myself taken just 3 months before, a stranger looks back at me. Her smile, the way her eyes held the faintest shimmer, her vibrant aura, even the […]

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When I Came Back: A Short Story

When I came back, none of them knew what to make of me. I would walk along the familiar corridors, and they would watch me as if my very stride could give them some indication. A lot of cautious smiles, studious glances, awkward attempts at conversation, decaying trust, and lost connection. I tried to convince […]

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His imaginary conversion: A Poem

It’s Snippet Sunday! This poem was written by writing down random things a professor was saying and then compiling the words into a poem. I did this during a boring virtual class, and they usually turned out extraordinarily mediocre. But I kind of liked this one:   His imaginary conversion and its roots in my […]

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Please Let Me Apologize: A Poem

Please Please let me apologize for what happened those 6 years ago.   We walked the barren fields we exchanged looks and words and stories   and we wept for our past selves we didn’t look back to see the produce of our tears. we just looked ahead.   at the dead stalks jutting from […]

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Let Me Linger Here: A Poem

Let me linger here; recall the beauty of breathing. I stare out your window at the autumn aspens among the green; Old Blue creeping slowly up gravel crunching lightly under its tread.   I pat Old Blue’s dash whisper, “You’re doing great, sweetie” struggling up this mountain.  I internalize the compliment,  turn my face so […]

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