I fondly recall the lazy summers which consisted of my sister and I brewing elaborate potions on the back porch of our house. My mother would come home to the stench of grass, rhodedendron leaves, and rain water, all mashed up into a mystery concoction that we professed was magical. Though it seems foolish now,Continue reading “Harnessing Your Inner Child”
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Drinking Your Morning Tea Mindfully
This morning, I woke up, and as I always do every morning, I made my bed, brushed my teeth, and stepped outside. For me, my morning routine consists of going for a 10-15 minute walk around the block, soaking in as much sunlight as I can, and truly trying to be present with my naturalContinue reading “Drinking Your Morning Tea Mindfully”
It’s my 19th birthday…
It’s my nineteenth birthday and I’m thinking about how I’ve never kissed a boy, or gotten drunk, or high—which is something that is normalized, but something I have no interest in. My sister says I need to “live a little more” but I wonder why we define living by the breadth of our experiences, insteadContinue reading “It’s my 19th birthday…”
The Sage Arrives Without Leaving:
The sage arrives without leaving:His feet carve tiny divots into the earthHis muscles ripple like a riverAnd his arms and legs are smooth and sturdyLike a banyan tree.He tells me stories with closed eyes and unmoving lipsWhy am I here? I ask him. He answers with silence. The sage arrives without leavingI exhume him fromContinue reading “The Sage Arrives Without Leaving:”
before i could remember
part 2 ~nine~ You watched yourself bleed, red blossoming against a manilla pillow. Your teacher walked you to the nurse’s office, where you cried tears of humiliation. Am I dying? You asked yourself. Am I dying? ~ten~ The year your grandfather passed away. ~eleven~ The year you thought you would receive your Hogwarts letterContinue reading “before i could remember”
before i could remember
part 1 ~nothing~ Something even the Greeks couldn’t understand. The pulsing of my mother’s womb—turbid and hollow; slick like the sound of a pallet struck against a gong. Empty. Pristine. It was like coming out of a vacuum where the white silence that cloaked you in the womb was drowned out by the obtrusive somethingness,Continue reading “before i could remember”
coffee for a dreamer
I went for a walk today; sought out the well-rounded roast accentuated with notes of blackberry, dark chocolate, and other flavors that were advertised proudly on the side of the canister. I hunted the generous cascade of half n half, or better yet, a sweetened creamer to soften the earthy flavors of my morning beverage.Continue reading “coffee for a dreamer”
The Beautiful & Damned
F. Scott Fitzgerald I cannot precisely recall the moment I first decided to pick up this book. Perhaps I was driven by my urge to enter the rampant cynicism and alcoholism of the Jazz Age—prominent in all of Fitzgerald’s work. Or maybe, like all other pretentious literary nerds out there, I believed it held someContinue reading “The Beautiful & Damned”
Remember: An excerpt
This is an Excerpt from a story I recently wrote. I appreciate all and any feedback. If you are interested in reading more, let me know because the plot certainly thickens… Remember In the house, there are ghosts. In the house of a body. In the house of a secret. In the house of aContinue reading “Remember: An excerpt”
The Emperor of Gladness
“Because to remember is to fill the present with the past, which meant that the cost of remembering anything, anything at all, is life itself. We murder ourselves, he thought, by remembering” -Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness “The hardest thing in the world is to only live once,” Ocean Vuong writes. These opening linesContinue reading “The Emperor of Gladness”
