March 19, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
March 14, 2023.Reading time 1 minute.
I normally don’t buy daisies on purpose because they remind me of an ex best friend who wore a good-luck daisy clip in her hair.
March 12, 2023.Reading time 5 minutes.
Dangling his cuffs hypnotically above his head, she says, “Tell me the truth, do you love it when I take control?”
March 9, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
March 7, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
When he kissed me my lips were
uninspired, my mind latched on
to thoughts of how it would be
March 6, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
Sometimes I feel like if I write enough stories I can write myself alive. Write myself a life. Right myself for life.
March 2, 2023.Reading time 1 minute.
I think I like the broken ones best. The ones with scars on their chests, the ones who’ve fallen over board without a life vest, the ones who’ve hit rock bottom and clawed their way back up.
February 28, 2023.Reading time 1 minute.
A pill, a choice, a change, a little spice, something new, something to do.
February 26, 2023.Reading time 1 minute.
“How well did you know the victim?”
“I didn’t know him.”
February 25, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
Things that brought me joy this week
February 21, 2023.Reading time 1 minute.
I’ve finally landed on a place to live—a state with great job opportunities, lots of nature, all four seasons, high walkability score, no state income tax, and legal lettuce.
February 19, 2023.Reading time 5 minutes.
It’s been ages since I’ve had a mind-blowing orgasm. Mostly it’s been a splintered pleasure where I cum while half in my body and half outside it, a single toy under the blankets, an ear perked up listening for chirps from the digital door. A gilded cage is what it felt like, the past few weeks I shared a gilded cage with others.
February 17, 2023.Reading time 2 minutes.
I’ve never been one for plotting outlines or charting character arcs. I’m a writer, not a planner, which, ironically, is my poetry and my pain-point.
February 14, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
Do you have a study? Someplace you go to work on words?
February 12, 2023.Reading time 1 minute.
I look up from my notebook, up at the cursor on my screen, then over, over to the thin stemmed wine glass.
February 7, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
Sometimes the mind
February 6, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
after the atelier
I descend on my day
February 3, 2023.Reading time 1 minute.
Through rose colored glasses
you watched me walk
walking on stained glass
February 1, 2023.Reading time 2 minutes.
My goal was never to lead a happy life, but rather to lead a peaceful one. I don’t need things or people to “make me happy.”
January 24, 2023.Reading time 2 minutes.
Today I visited an onsen in Yokosuka and omg, I will never recover from the healing, mysticism, and embodiment I experienced!
January 22, 2023.Reading time 1 minute.
I think the most rebellious thing a woman like me can do in this society is acquire knowledge.
January 17, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
I became complicit
in my own consumption
January 15, 2023.Reading time 5 minutes.
Seated in the living room on an uncharacteristically hot afternoon, I was having a hard time concentrating on my work. Noticing the discomfort in my body, he asked me to close my laptop and join him for a little break.
January 10, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
I never meant for you to know me, never meant to let you in.
January 8, 2023.Reading time 5 minutes.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll make sure my wife gets it for you.”
January 6, 2023.Reading time 4 minutes.
I’ve met myself among the moon and the stars, perhaps catapulted here by one of those stick and rubber band slingshots younger me used to make.
January 5, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
I’ll be your
January 3, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.
I’ve decided to reframe things I want to accomplish as challenges instead of goals.
January 1, 2023.Reading time 5 minutes.
“Baby, how much longer?”
“10 more minutes,” I shout over the music.
December 27, 2022.Reading time 4 minutes.
At the beginning of 2022, I was in a bad way. It became impossible to avoid certain truths as my body refused to be numb any longer. Suddenly, I was drowning in emotions—grief, shame, remorse, plus my usual dose of melancholy.