Gray Haze Girls | Poem/Song

white day in a white world perfect passing for a white girl I want the universe to turn cold. black night in a black world lovely lips for a black girl I want the universe to die. you come and pass me you come and give me you come and pass away if I want…

Boy in a Well | Part 2

His face is plain and new and too small to really see. I had never seen this boy before. Before he can throw another rock at me, I call out to him: “Hi!” He can hear me. I wonder how he got in there. I wonder for how long. I ask him this.  Maybe he…

Boy in a Well | Part 1

There would be moments where I would find time to be  alone. I leave the cabin and sit along the river bank and toss stones into the water. It was nice, nice to think about anything and do nothing.  For most of my life, I was an only child. That changed two weeks ago. It’s…

Things Do Not Change, We Change | Laws of Life Essay

I have always been a person that notes change. Frankly I’m not sure if I love or hate the breaking of my habitual routine or of my consistent thoughts and judgements; nonetheless, it is still fascinating to me. Thoreau’s quote is like a remedy to my younger self’s question about how people gain or lose…

Innocentless Youths | Poem

Based on my book, Accursed Red. A conversational poem between two troubled girls, Ismus and Linnasoeta. ~ I’m trying my best to get to you But my life is hard too. You’re not the only with borders. You’re not the only one with orders. Heaven and hell Know them both quite well. It’s funny you…

Chapter Five – Bittersweet Dreams

  Brutus smirked. Brutus, her nineteen-year-old brother, was extremely dense; his thick legs and arms were like tree trunks, and he had a very full face. His eyes were completely black, and his teeth were a light yellow. His thick, low-cut hair was dirty blond.       What a fitting name. “Hey, little sister. Where you…

A Confusing (and utterly quick) Trip to Edgar’s

The sixty pound trout Ismus was dragging along the unpaved footway scraped the eye of the fish clean off before she had even reached Edgar’s. Three hours of sprinting, jogging, then the inevitable sluggish walking had drained Ismus of any energy she had gained during her time with Lin. Serabi’s moonless night sky feigned an…

The Promise Land (Part 2)

“Lin, where are you going?” Ismus shouted while pursuing her running friend. Linnasoeta threw off her shirt and much too tiny skirt in the Creek Forests. She stripped off her socks and ripped her hair out of the bun, running free with just her undergarments. Without bothering to fold up her clothes, she abandoned them…

Chapter Three: The Promise Land

Everything around her swirled, hypnotically. Ismus felt her mind soar, visions of dragons and confetti streaming throughout her brain. Lion heads sang and danced. Acorns with beards smiled and laughed. Babies chuckled and soiled their diapers. Things went black, then in color. Kaleidoscope views and phantasmagorias made Ismus think she had passed out on a…

Wind and Cake (Final Part)

The Contest: Child’s Play The rest of the kids came around 8:05. There were twenty kids including himself, ranging from ten to seventeen. All of them came and sat down on the chairs and assembled into their friend groups. (One of the groups made it a big fuss for all of them to sit down…