I was eleven years old when I lost my mom, and my dad all but went with her. Sometimes I thought he was really trying to. Occasionally I wonder if it had been a gradual death, if it might have been better. Not to make light of cancer or anything, but at least with terminal … Continue reading Foreclosure
Tag: Narrative
Shopping – If I Had a Million Dollars
I remember as a kid we were often asked what we would do if we had a million dollars. In fact, in fifth grade I had to make a presentation with my friend about how exactly we would spend a million dollars. I remember we bought a huge house for rather cheap in Vegas, furnished … Continue reading Shopping – If I Had a Million Dollars
Missed Connections
“I wanted to know more about you,” if not in the moment, he’d at least have a way with words after the fact. “I wanted to know everything but instead couldn’t ask anything…” This was the fifth missed connections post he’d written in the last…three months? He hadn’t actually found the girls he was writing … Continue reading Missed Connections
Dread
Being productive. Using my tired ass brain. Responding to this prompt for the sake of consistency, despite my momentary absolute mediocrity. Snails. Spiders. Restless nights spent trying to sleep and, as the name suggests, largely failing. Committing to another person. Meeting other people. Dating. Having to waste my time, money, and energy to meet a … Continue reading Dread
Great Minds: A Letter to Mpho Tutu
Dear Mpho Tutu, I have so much to say to you, yet I realize now that I barely know anything about you. The biggest thing I want to say to you is: thank you. Though I still have much to learn about you, and though you have no idea who I am, you have inspired … Continue reading Great Minds: A Letter to Mpho Tutu
Addict
6am, sleep in my eyes, I unlock my phone, hoping for a surprise Technology may be my demise I use it for everything - when I read, when I write, when I learn, when I exercise Rarely do I think to just put it away And it's only for a minute that I have self-restraint … Continue reading Addict
Eavesdropper
“Wait so you’re Phillip?” The man standing in front of the two of them at this party had just brought over the other man with his name and intended to play a little game. “Yes.” He didn’t really blame the guy - not only did they have the same name, but they kind of looked … Continue reading Eavesdropper
The Found Poem
I doubt you'd believe me if I told you the truth, Doubt you thought I knew a secret, but oh boy I do: This isn't a joke, and I swear it's not a ruse But something magical happens between 12 and 2. It's those small hours when something big happens, Not during the day, but … Continue reading The Found Poem
Greeting
(tw: self-harm/cutting) “Hello,” her hand raised, she assessed her reflection. Maybe not. “Hi…hey, what’s up?” Definitely not. This wasn’t some girl scout meeting (not that that would be much better), she wasn’t going to meet her best friends and sing kumbaya. Why did she even have to go to this stupid thing? She knew the … Continue reading Greeting
Friendship
A handshake and a grin are what started it all Long chats then began in the fall You became my friend. Coffee, restaurants, messaging that never ended Winter was when our lives blended You and I were friends. One pulling back, the other holding on, desperate Spring saw our lives become separate I was still … Continue reading Friendship
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