To Grandmother’s I Go

    I find myself thinking of home a lot. I’ve lived in four houses (one of them was an apartment) since I was born. Certainly not a lot, but the search for a home is something that I am constantly looking for.   The first home I lived in was the house my mother […]

Birthday Blues. Yay or Nay?

Today is my twenty-seventh birthday and I couldn’t be happier. I once thought I would be upset about aging and if this were the younger me, I definitely would be. But I heard or read somewhere that your thirties are better than your twenties. I don’t know about that, but I’ve noticed that as I get […]


     I’m tired of being fucking reasonable Of having to be calm, cool, collected I want to be angry. I want to be mad. I want to claim my birthright. Hysteric. It has been calling to me for the longest Through the ages from mitochondrial eve Adam probably called her a bitch too. I’m […]

School Daze

Or rather college daze I suppose I should say. I have once again begun a new semester. It seems…unseemingly, but it took a lot to get back including paying back federal funds through a mishap on my part that I shan’t talk about anymore. No! The important thing is that I am back where I […]

Poetry: Route 66

  my marrow is filching sulking towards the exit waiting to get out. it cannot be contained. a hazard that refuses to drain out. the color of blackness and a fervor of grey. neither can find their way.   Originally posted here on my account

Write Now (3?)

I’m having trouble writing again. I’ve been wasting time (in my view) by playing video games. I haven’t been productive. I don’t feel blocked per se. I can still write, but it’s mostly freewriting. I still have ideas, but no concrete movement you know? I haven’t an utter clue what’s wrong. My inclination is to […]