For Boy
It wasn’t that the stars shone brighter when I was beside you that night; it was that the darkness between them now felt comforting and familiar. I yearned for grand and you offered gentle. You stroked my hair with your eyes in the cool San Francisco twilight. Seldom exchanged words flowed like honey from velvet … Continue reading “For Boy”
A Passive Cry Will Not Be Answered
The first time I set my pen to paper with intention was writing a poem to enter a school contest. It was sloppy and spoke poorly of my ability. But what it wasn’t was passive. In the poem I attempted to grapple with weighty topics like domestic abuse and failed relationships; themes that I as … Continue reading “A Passive Cry Will Not Be Answered”
Glass House
When I was young, I remember being enraptured by the idea of living in a glass house. I imagined erecting my glass home deep in the woods, able to view the going-ons of nature intimately while being safe from the elements. It need only be a single room, blending in with the environment rather than breaking … Continue reading “Glass House”
What is the Meaning of Life?
I pray you’ll forgive me. For what is written below is a jumbled wash of fragments construed by a woman of a meer eighteen years that had the audacity to yell into the void and demand an answer. To look upon the face of the natural world and assure herself of its intrinsic value and … Continue reading “What is the Meaning of Life?”
The Persimmon
The steam wafting off my tea was beginning to lessen before I finally worked up the courage to ask about the sullen mass on the counter. Its skin was blistered and pocketed, its once vibrant orange reduced to a dingy bronze. I inquired after it casually, careful to keep my voice level and slightly disinterested. … Continue reading “The Persimmon”
Renewing the Lease
Joan Didion wrote in The White Album that she was holed up in a hotel in Honolulu “in lieu of filing for divorce.” The waves of the Pacific have a habit of seducing those on the brink of extirpation. This morning was no exception. I sat bundled in a worn blanket on the shore of … Continue reading “Renewing the Lease”
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