Beauty Standards

On this beautiful summer day, I present to you a haiku about what goes through my head every so often when doing my "grooming" routine... Ode to Eyebrows Uneven eyebrows, Are a total plucking pain. Beauty standards suck.

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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 →

Fling the Shoe

The mind of a child is an incredible thing. When we were very young, my childhood best friend and I invented a game. We would swing on her swing set, go as high as we could, and fling our shoes off of our feet and send them flying across the yard, and see who could... 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 →

Friendship Road

Once in a while, a missed turn can create a new adventure. My best friend and I were once driving home from an excursion (probably from our single local book store) and had to take a detour. Afterward, a miscommunication resulted in us missing not only one, but two turns that would keep us on... 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 →

Dark Blue

(TW: Death) I was afraid of the deep end of the pool for most of my formative years. I never passed level 3 swim lessons because I wouldn’t dive into the deep end of the pool. I would sit on the end of the diving board, cross my arms over my chest, and cry while... 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 →

Reawakened

So, I'm going to be honest for a second. I've been in a bit of a slump when it comes to writing. It happens. It's not an unusual phenomenon for writers and other creative folk. Except this time, none of my go-to methods for sparking inspiration have worked. I sit down to write and... nothing... Continue Reading →

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