A Day In My Life

Becoming an Arizonan… After Moving Away.

I lived in Arizona the first eighteen years of my life. But three years ago I moved away to San Francisco. I never really paid attention until I moved away, but I was a terrible Arizonan, because I had never been to the Grand Canyon. Until last Thursday! I finally got to meet the Arizona… Continue reading Becoming an Arizonan… After Moving Away.

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My Poetry, Short Stories

Death and Decaying.

First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.

My Poetry

The Multiple Personalities of Nature

I was waiting at the bus stop to catch the number five to the university.   In the span of nine minutes the sun smiled down on me, the rain danced on my jacket, the clouds enclosed me, and the wind swirled around my figure.   The beauty of nature...