Opal didn’t say anything about Sam’s information from the Simulation. We ate lunch in silence for a while, as I tried to ignore the gnawing anxiety, chewing on the back of my neck. How could we just eat rice and soup like I didn’t just tell her our ship is trying to kill us. I … Continue reading The Ship: Part 4
Tag: writing
The Ship: Part 2
Jade decides to visit her estranged union mate, Sam inside the Simulation. What will she discover when she meets up with him?
The Ship: Part 1
An update on a short story I began over a year ago. Reintroducing Jade the space captain and she leads humanity.
(anti)Acid
I'm aching in the anticipation of your lingering kisses that I want to save the feeling of. And I hate, that I can't remove you from all the space that's used to keep records of all the lines on your face. I keep writing about you because I'm trying to find the right words that … Continue reading (anti)Acid
starting 30
I live in dichotomies and reflect on the mile stone of reaching another decade around the sun. I feel old and then I don't feel old enough. I listen to jazz like a good intellectual and say things like Miles is so existential and I want to punch myself in the face when those words vomit … Continue reading starting 30
hello 2019
{insert obligatory New Year Eve's post} Let's set the scene before we begin. It's 30 degrees outside and snow has covered the ground. I'm in the living room of my father's house with the leftover vomit of Christmas and even the fake tree, looks tired. On the speakers, I'm spinning my latest obsession, Chet Baker. … Continue reading hello 2019
synchronicity
A stillness settles around me in the wake of the heartache that follows the end of a temporary affair. It isn't the end of days, but I don't know if its better when you know everything you did wrong. Then again, I suppose I might be addicted to the thrill of self sabotage or maybe … Continue reading synchronicity
depression
My depression is like when my skin feels like a prison. It's boney fingers clasp around my ankles and drag me down so far the only voice I can hear is hers. She's a bitch. She's married to anxiety and together, we enjoy threesomes. and then sometimes its like maybe this is fine. I met … Continue reading depression
time
I walk between worlds accumulating outliers that drift on outskirts closer to the center, than I can reach on my own. Confirm my normality, embrace the dissonance of the configuration that compiles this shape of human. I'm an east coast sunrise, an erratic display of golden light dancing on the Atlantic, and the skies extraordinary … Continue reading time
sunlight
For years, I was prisoner in a cell that wasn't locked. I held on desperately, to the shackles given to me as justification of anger, and of bitterness. I held everyone accountable for every trespass, and sin made against and to me. I screamed for justice! Because how could someone treat someone as insignificant, and … Continue reading sunlight
Semi-Daily Thoughts 