My Poetry

Residency.

He will always be home. The smell of that apple-scented candle lingering through the vents of the house Shoes with muddy tongues lined up by the front door Red, hot stove burners alive on Sunday mornings Scratches and greasy fingerprints cluttering the worn porcelain bowls Battered pillows covered in drool and old make up Wrinkled… Continue reading Residency.

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My Poetry

To Sister’s House

To Sister's House With a beautiful landscape flickering by like a slideshow out of the car's clear window. Roaming past rows and rows of luscious green grass and crowds of corn fields. With Dirt raining down on the pick up trucks and cars of the nearby homeowners like confetti at a parade.   To sister's… Continue reading To Sister’s House

A Day In My Life

Lots of DIYs, but don’t feel like doing them myself

My summer has ran by, and now the time has come to pack up my things from my old room (in Arizona), and go back down to San Francisco. I spent my first year in the city living in the college dorms (thank god since the city is so expensive and hard to get a… Continue reading Lots of DIYs, but don’t feel like doing them myself