Tag Archives: prose

I was too afraid

Little Rows of Flowers There’s a reason people turn their noses in disgust driving by their high school in their little hometown. Mine’s always been a spitball towards the slimy administration and teachers, hoping my pain would give them the strength to crawl closer to the next paycheck.  The crown was always worn by thoseContinue reading “I was too afraid”

Passing

Yesterday The biting wind chill blew leaves against my window and the tapping reminded me of the nighttime horror so long ago. Of lying awake in my bed too afraid to move as you climbed up the stairs at the crest of dawn, sniggering under your breath.  Then the way you lied, two-faced folly, waterContinue reading “Passing”

All shades of blue

Detachment is stiff water Rising to the ceiling Drowning, until the burst of cellular regeneration Grows gills, long fins, scales To float in nothing Cast away to islands of thought Boats of people, clutch in familiarity Wave after wave Until they set behind the horizon Watching as everything passes Like water slipping through fingers Angel-dustedContinue reading “All shades of blue”

Bourbon, Time, and Roses

Banned “I wake up in an abyss,” is the sentence that got me in trouble.  It was the unfiltered thoughts of someone with depression.  It was the sentence that embarrassed me.  It was the thing that told me no one would help me.  It was my punishment for not lying about how I would overcomeContinue reading “Bourbon, Time, and Roses”

Tipped is the heart-shaped mountain

When the sun sinks low to the heavy horizon, never to close its stern sleepy eyes, the cascade of shadows sweep across the mountains of the valley where I live until pointed peaked-tops are colored black.  So many settle in the country hills, the isolation of towns spread out for miles, to pick up andContinue reading “Tipped is the heart-shaped mountain”

To love and love again

Love is a blanket always warm on the coldest days of winter, able to steer the infliction of self away from the damage of the heart. It is the beaming light streaking across the library floor, pooled in the corner of floating dust and worn pages of bound books held together by the oil ofContinue reading “To love and love again”

A thought on “Validation” in internet use

I hear the word validation a lot, thrown around casually, or not so casually in conversations centered around trauma. While I am not trying to downplay the importance of others recognizing and accepting the truth of their perception of events, I have issues with the oversimplification of the feelings centered around the term validation, andContinue reading “A thought on “Validation” in internet use”

Footprints

The night is too long for the drooping moon, I tell you. We lay in the grass, scratching against our backs.  You laugh at me and we spend the night talking to the trees and the air, listening to the words in between. Dawn climbs up the horizon and we hang to each other, unableContinue reading “Footprints”

Why I think Astrology is Feminist

Astrology is often assigned to the category of psychedelic witches rejected from society and scamming people into believing in a false practice. In many spaces, astrology is mocked as being a pseudo or a girly voodoo science.  However, I believe that there is a deeper connection to the cultural side of astrology that deepens theContinue reading “Why I think Astrology is Feminist”