the world that once spilled with amber flecks and the sky that used to drip with purple lava are finally, finally calm. there are no more sunsets. only the swirl of stardust that settles around the edge of the universe. but the moon survived. her surface is scarred with deep cuts and jagged cliffs. each […]
Read MoreBack in August of 2019 I posted a poem that was based on a “types of girls” post on Pinterest. I’ve been wanting to write another poem based on another one of these Pinterest posts for quite some time, and I’ve finally finished it. I wanted this one to be equally meaningful, but still fresh […]
Read MoreAs many of you know, I’ve been reading through the Grishaverse books recently. But you probably don’t know how much time I’ve spent thinking about this idea that stories find us when we need them the most. As I read through the Shadow and Bone trilogy, I wasn’t impressed with the writing. However, I still […]
Read MoreTechnically, my blogoversary was last week, but you get this post today because I completely forgot to write this post on time. *throws confetti* Last year, I did a Q&A. The year before that I reacted to your assumptions about me. As you can tell by the title, this year I’ll be reacting to my […]
Read Morethe world is on fire― kindled lava spilling over the edge. the amber flecks and onyx dust of last year glimmer faint. i yearn to watch sunsets fall along the burnt, charcoal horizons. but tonight, today, the vast sky remains void. where once rose a pale moon of starless wonder, there is only fire. crimson […]
Read MoreHello, my friends. I know the world is full of chaos and madness and craziness right now with the coronavirus. Multiple cities and countries have gone under lockdown/quarantine and I want to start this post by saying that I am safe and doing well. My family is okay and we are praying for everyone who’s […]
Read Morethe sky is on fire, dripping purple lava: amber flecks onyx dust. sunsets fall along charcoal horizons― outlines, sketched skies. my pale moon rises, infinity times the night― a starless void of mental emotion. the sky is on fire, burning crimson and embers of the end. dark evening waters extinguish their threats; their bloodshot battle […]
Read Moreyour story matters. *** i know you don’t believe me,but i need you to have some faith.i know you don’t trust yourselfso trust me…just until you’ve found your wingsor maybe a voice. *** i know you don’t think you’re gonna make it,but somewhere below the hastily threaded stitchesand angry scarlet letters,we both know that was […]
Read Morethis piece of poetry is something i wrote in response to a couple images i found on pinterest (click here for part 1 of the prompt and here for part 2). i was inspired by the seemingly random bits of information and quirks that were used to describe and flesh out people. so i took […]
Read MoreLately I’ve been feeling…uninspired. My creativity hasn’t been flowing freely and my novel has become the casualty. I hate feeling not creative because it’s what I love to do, more than almost anything else in the world. And without it, I really don’t know what to do with myself. That’s probably a problem, but it’s […]
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The Long Voyage 