Different pieces of metal. Different designs. ••• A mosaic of memories one doesn’t exist without the other. ••• They are all a part of her. She is carrying a piece of you with her. •• Soldered to her heart. They’re tattooed in the veins. ____ A piece of jewelry? Eight.
Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.
Consistency, pre-planned complaining seeking, creating all that once was; and yet, still is. (Its never gone away.) Blinded by others the unknown hills placed in front of plans. School never taught "The Conspiracy of Accomplishing Future Dreams". We forget the cemented footsteps behind us, the hands reaching out to guide us. When, finally all is... Continue Reading →
Young their pinkies intertwined while sitting atop the monkey-bars. The heartbeat beneath his chest humming underneath a blanket in the back of his pick-up truck One went to college. The other stayed home, comfortable. Other people came and went; they both changed they both learned. A visit back home, a holiday parade, and a simple,... Continue Reading →
It's skepticism that moves me and the diligence to try. Nothing seems possible when I'm at the head of the unknown. There is always wind awaiting to help me fly. I've touched the clouds and skimmed the ground, collided with my own walls, and abandoned treaties I thought would last a lifetime. Songs tickle my... Continue Reading →
This moment, right now, makes all the difference some how. My eyes open and close at night those moments of darkness, they seem to hold so much more. In my dreams I reach for your voice. Recreating those intonations, those wordless gasps of air. The moments we felt each other’s nonsense. Years have passed. I... Continue Reading →
As a college student who has recently graduated this May from Arizona State University, with a BA in English with a concentration in Creative Writing and a minor in Women's Studies, expanding my audience of friends, colleagues, mentors, and teachers is crucial for a writer to grow. I started writing poetry and fell in love... Continue Reading →
Words coat my skin. Numbers date my veins. Creativity paints my dreams. Experience entices my tone of voice. If I'm a bird amongst many or a lonesome dove somebody is always listening even if it's only God.