could you link me to your favorite words?
SerendipityBucolicMelancholyDallianceCynosureEtherealEffervescentImbueMellifluousSummeryWoebegoneLissome:)
View Articledaughter
I always hoped that if I had a daughter she’d grow up hungry like a wolf and delicate as a bird. I want her to know that bones are not beautiful if you have too many of them. When she goes off to...
View ArticleHi, so a couple years from now there have been some thoughts and feelings...
When I read this it sent an almost physical shock through me, because this description mirrors me as closely as if I had written it myself.It’s strange, isn’t it? I think you must be lovely. x
View Article"How did you know? she asked. And he replied, Because the first time I saw...
“How did you know? she asked. And he replied, Because the first time I saw you my heart leapt out of my throat and I’ve never been able to catch it since.” - Fragment 45
View ArticleHow do you define poetry?
Before I discovered it, I used to think poetry was just a combination of letters and words arranged into lines. Then one day I took a shovel and I dug deep into it, and I found seeds buried there that...
View Articleit's my birthday today. but i feel rather apathetic and sad about it. can you...
I suppose most of us, in the beginning, fear the coming years and their passing. We start with skinned knees and hopscotch and then our lonely aching bodies morph into adolescence, like candles slowly...
View Articlenorthern lights
Once I stood underneath the Northern Lightsand lit a cigaretteuntil the ashes fell to the ground like feathers.The curtains of light turned my skin orange and green,as if I’d been pricked with holes to...
View Articlememoirs of a suicide
This morning a woman on the train asked me about suicide,and all I could tell her was that it was worsethan being stung by a thousand bees on the tender skin beneath the throat.I remember how your...
View Article"Do you still write me? she asked. Every day, he replied. I have more letters...
“Do you still write me? she asked. Every day, he replied. I have more letters to you than there are words in the world.” - Fragment 46
View Articlemissing persons report
My younger sister almost drowned in the Northern Lights once. We were swimming in a lake near the cabin at midnight, our limbs tangled in one another like seaweed. I remember the curve of her arm, the...
View Article"Are you a writer? she asked him. If you are asking if I am a person who...
“Are you a writer? she asked him. If you are asking if I am a person who eats, sleeps, breathes, and dreams words, then yes, he replied.” - Fragment 47
View Articlealgorithms
You sat me down at the dinner tableand slid your hands around my waistlike a pair of spoons trying to kiss one another.Our hearts were naked and full of wine,heavy with the weight of drunken sorrow.No...
View Articleif you go on a date with a philosophy major...
If you go on dates with a Philosophy major, be preparedto answer a lot of questions.He’ll want to know your opinion on pragmatism and the probabilityof existence, or maybe he’ll ask you to elaborate on...
View ArticleYou blew me away with "if you go on a date with a philosophy major"! Please...
Thank you! And I am trying to work on it. :)
View Article"That beautiful mind! That was the thing. Lucid, passionate, independent,...
“That beautiful mind! That was the thing. Lucid, passionate, independent, acute, proudly and incessantly nourished, eccentric for honorable reasons, sensitive for every reason, it has marked us...
View Articlehello again, i wonder, you only seem to post poetic asks - but i would like...
Oh, I don’t only post poetic asks. :) I’m sorry if you asked me this before and I never answered. Yes, I write all of the fragments.
View Articlesleepsweet: Spoken-word version of A Writing For Winter.
sleepsweet:Spoken-word version of A Writing For Winter.
View Article"I simply am not good enough, she remarked. Is anyone really ever? he replied."
“I simply am not good enough, she remarked. Is anyone really ever? he replied.” - Fragment 48
View Articlewaltz for a lost lover
I long for your shinbones, your hair, the planes of your face-even the air you breathe.I often find myself moving through the rooms you used to inhabit,searching for the remains of your soulwhere you...
View Article