Erased Sitting in your favorite seat next to the window at my favorite coffee shop, looking out at the strangers passing by in the blistering August heat, I realize that I no longer remember the exact color of your eyes or what your voice sounded like. I realize that this does not upset me,… Continue reading Poem: Erased
Control Freak You knew I used to dance with anorexia and that, sometimes, it still gripped my flesh and whispered in my ear yet you still tried to tell me what to eat. I am lucky that I’m stronger now and that your words mean nothing to me.
Submit Your Writing (and art, and photography) When I created this blog, it was with the intention to share creative work, ranging from poetry to longer fiction, and including art and photography as well. However, what I want for this blog is to include the reader in the creative experience, so I've created a page… Continue reading Poem: Anyway + Submit Your Writing