My Poetry

Dazzling

In a world full of crayons, I want to be a marker.   Bright, bold, voluptuous, and simply fading away when my time comes.   I don't want to be like a crayon-dragged around. my body and identity dismembering around me until nothing remains of me.

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Memory Lane, Short Stories

Dogs Really Party (Fourth Grade Me)

When I saw the trailer for the Secret Life of Pets, it took me on a train down memory lane. I had started to think about a similar type of story I wrote in fourth grade. I dug through my parents box of our accomplishments and school stuff and I finally found the story i thought… Continue reading Dogs Really Party (Fourth Grade Me)

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...