American Ignorant | One Liner Wednesday

This post was written for Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday prompt. After a lot of research, and some time watching videos on all the awful beliefs Americans hold on to without actually knowing what they’re talking about, this line came to me. Enjoy! ~ You just can’t escape American ignorance. ___________________________________ ~ Sammicakes

comfort in the nothingness | SoCs prose

Happy Saturday, everyone! This stream of consciousness piece is written for Linda G. Hill’s SOC Saturdays with the prompt as “coffee, tea, or me.” Enjoy! ~ you aren’t you. you’re everything everyone thinks you are. you aren’t your own skin, you can’t feel your bones. the words in your brain do not exist. am I coffee,…

train at six | poem

tie your laces feel the beads of sweat stuck to your skin look at the slowly sinking afternoon sun the harsh feel of crushed rock beneath your exposed knee and then hear the sound– that sound you had only ever heard in the stillness of deep night hear the train tremble on its track some…

The Purpose of a Leader | Essay

This essay was for a scholarship entry about the qualities of a leader. If you would like to check out my book Accursed Red, click here. Thank you! ~ The qualities people value most and the ones leaders depend upon are two separate groups. It is an unfortunate reality, and it would be a lie…

Sunshine Blogger Award!!

I was nominated by the lovely Belladonna for this award, and I’m very honored. (Psst– all of you should really check out her blog and YouTube channel!!) If you are a mutual of mine on WordPress, I nominate you, and I’ll have ten new questions at the bottom of the page! Rules: Thank the person…

nails in the brain | SoCs poem

Good morning, everyone! This stream of consciousness poem is written for Linda G. Hill’s SOC Saturdays with the prompt as “nails.” I hope you all enjoy! ~ dull metal stabs the soft tissue of my fleshy, futile organ, puncturing it over and over, until all the life, all the intelligence, all that power I thought…

Imperative Incessance | Poem

this existence is stone a force that gravity would not dare kiss. fingers pulsate and go numb under the touch, the futile embrace of silver, enwrapped about a withered wrist. tune out the empty drum of strangled voices to only feel the same few words gliding— slipping, burning into my brain. ones that speak of…

What “Staying Informed” In 2020 Means | Media Literacy Essay

This is a scholarship essay I wrote a few months ago. Given the recent events, concerning Anonymous (who leaked information of Trump being a child abuser tied to Epstein) and the police brutality inciting and occurring during the riots, I know I am missing some relevant topics. Before you leave my page today, please be…

Final Act | Six Word Story

They clapped with hesitation and insincerity. «»«»«»«»«»«»«» Hello and hello! I hoped you liked my six word story. If you’re viewing this post on Reader, I recommend you visit my site for a better, prettier experience. You can go through the archives of all my posts published by clicking the archives drop down on the…