How Dare You?

You clean your shelves and dust them for new, hoping the freshness will bring you motivation. Or at least calm your growing fear of centipedes hiding between your book pages.  It goes well, for the most part. You rearrange your journals, placing them from smallest to biggest on one end of the shelves. You find…

Cheers to the Bitterness

This year has brought you back to a type of loneliness you’d thought you’d left behind a long time ago. When you think about it, thoughㅡ really take the time to look back and wonder about how you were feeling, doing, this time five or six months or a whole year ago, you realize something;…

19 Lessons in 2019…

Twenty nineteen has felt like three years in the amount of things I’ve learned. To give you an idea, I’ve compiled a list of 19 things I learned throughout the year.  Only you know how strong you are. And no matter what, there’s not a single person that can take that away from you. You genuinely…

Frozen 2 Review: A Note on Reconciliation

Warning: there are some intense spoilers of Frozen 2 below, you might want to see the film before you give it a read. You can imagine my dismay when I leaned back in the theater, ready to be amazed by detailed animation and a vocal track that would be stuck in my head for daysㅡ…

Hot Chocolate, Cold Decay

You wake and it takes you a moment to recover from your dream; the woman’s face, her haunting eyes, her blackened teeth. You’re not sure what it means that after looking at her for too long yours started to fall out as wellㅡ chunks of pink gum flaking off into your mouth, struggling not to…

Letters to Forget

The walk home is cold and hard. Your bus doesn’t come for another half-an-hour, meaning there’s no point to waiting; the long way home would still be quicker by foot.  You spent the day surrounded by people but when the commotion is over you know you’ll have to go home and write more goodbye letters.…

Exhausted Promises

There’s so many things to feel right now, so many crossroads to consider that every waking moment almost feels exhausting. Not that life doesn't already often feel exhausting... just in a different way. Things are exhausting now because you have to choose what you want to endure. And making that sort of commitment to anything…

Smolder Together

The red boy stands across the line, holding out his hand. He begs you to follow him; all four fingers beckoning and curling around his intent, your gasps of breath broken up by the shudder that forces its way down your spine when you mistake the gesture for the pulling of a trigger. Somehow, the…

A Getaway to a Wordy Place

Life has officially started. All I can think about? Writing a book. *** Usually when the year comes to an end I'm filled with a sense of pointlessness and dread; what do I do with all my free time? What is there to accomplish without other people setting goals for me? But this time I…

Exiting the Safe-House

If you look into my years-old folders of written junk, one of the most prominent questions, written in various dramatic ways, is when does life really start? It's unfortunate that I've been wondering this, when technically I already know the answer-- I mean, I am alive aren't I? But the question implied something different than…