Her thoughts, written
“Written or spoken language in its ordinary form, without metrical structure.”
Last night, Death visited my bedside. He was every bit as disturbing as you would think, yet oddly familiar and comforting. He picked me up and carried me down a corridor with mutliple open doorways, shafts of light from these entrances cutting through the darkness. We passed a few of the doorways and I saw … Continue reading Death and the Fox
She cleans her sword and wipes a smear of blood from her boot. The grotesque body lies still in the hot wind, a pool of blood furthers into the soil. Weapon sheathed, the shield-maiden placidly steps over the monster's decapitated head. Some would keep it as a trophy, but to her, it doens't even deserve … Continue reading Shield-Maiden
Coloradans are well aware of the freak snowstorms that can (and will) bombard our state overnight. It might be 65 during the day, but in that time from March to May, you have to be prepared for any sudden change in the weather--snow, hail, flood, sunshine, or all four. As my sister puts it, this … Continue reading TreeFriend
The best-worse line ever used on me occurred in my senior year of high school. This boy followed me out of the building and asked, “On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you tonight?” Never being in the mood for such antics, I retorted, “North Korea.” It wasn’t long into my adolescence … Continue reading Dating By Design
It’s dawn. At least, I think so. Light is faintly streaming downwards in that curious pastel hue that is concurrent with sunrise. The darkness of before shifts away to a fresher, newer realm. I sit up slowly, for I have awoken in what seems to be a dark cavern. Drawn to the light, I get … Continue reading Alleyway
Beyonce is the one who said it best. "Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse. Perfection is the disease of a nation. Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse. Tryna fix something but you can't fix what you can't see. It's the soul that needs the surgery." When I was a Confirmation Guide … Continue reading Sophrosyne
Carved into my skin is a flower. A sunflower to be exact, cut in half to resemble the sun rising or lowering on the horizon. Carved into my skin is the Latin phrase, “Dei Gratia,” which roughly translates to “by the grace of God,” or more simply, “grace of God.” You might not know this, … Continue reading Dei Gratia
