This Child

So, I know I do this a lot, but I just stumbled upon an old poetry assignment from high school... based upon the first Walt Whitman poem I ever read. I thought it was lost, but it was on an old flash-drive I recently dug up. Considering the huge effect that Walt Whitman's poems have... Continue Reading →

Fly

Another addition for Olde Poetry Monday, this one circa 2009. Please enjoy.   I don't get why people tell me, "never change." If I stayed the same, my biggest dream would still be to sprout wings and fly away. It's cute when you're five, but I don't think they have a major for that in... Continue Reading →

Me Too

I know that many people look at the world today and see it as a volatile place. I'm more or less the definition of a standard-issue, Starbucks-loving, nonreligious, straight white girl, so obviously, my life hasn't been riddled with the kinds of difficulties faced by those who are discriminated against because of their sexual orientation,... Continue Reading →

Sentimental

Sentimentality - it's both a blessing, and a curse, when you attach memories to objects. It becomes so difficult to let them go. Or, in some cases, far too easy. I had something mentally and emotionally taxing happen to me in the January of my last year of college. When it happened, I was wearing... Continue Reading →

Acceptance

A new entry for Old Poetry Friday, brought to you by Angsty Allie from 10th grade! No idea why I wrote this or if it was for an assignment or whatever, but enjoy!   “I don’t think that way... You MUST be wrong.” Must I? I don’t know for sure. But neither do you. Stop... Continue Reading →

Graduation

Graduation season is upon us once again. Caps flying through the air, tassels waving to and fro, and young minds full of dreams ready to take on the world. I faced both graduations - high school and college - with a measured mix of trepidation and excitement. Eagerness for the next chapter, and fear for... Continue Reading →

Rose of Autumn

(I wrote this poem a few years back for an unfinished fantasy story that will likely never see the light of day. It's about a woman who eventually became a queen,widely revered for her beauty and feared for her skill with an ax and her prickly attitude. I actually like how it came out, so... Continue Reading →

Unexpected

When I was in 6th grade, my classmates and I participated in a program at a place called Exchange City. Basically, we were to apply for jobs, learn how to interview, and, once our positions were secured, we went on a field trip to a makeshift "city" set up where we were told to run... Continue Reading →

Rena

(Here's a short story I wrote a few years ago and have always been fond of. Hope you enjoy!) Grayson Hightower did not understand what it meant to be happy. He was not a superfluous man. He was a businessman. Forty-five, living in a posh penthouse overlooking the harbor—and he had yet to spot a... Continue Reading →

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