Featured Series: Bedsheets and Petals
Three-line poems that describe the conflicts between beauty, sadness, fear, and desire.
Featured Post: Dandelion Ballerina
I want wrists curved like butterfly wings; a jawline arched like the vein of a leaf; a ribcage like a harp. I will sway to music-box melodies beside the daisies: the dandelion ballerina…
Featured Series: My Nature Series
A collection of pieces that revolve around the nature and nurture creation of a human being, told from the perspectives of air, water, earth, and fire.
Featured Post: Holding Breath in a Room Full of Air
She was trying desperately to break the boundaries of her being and bind her blemishes in bandages...

Tag Archives

Archive of posts published in the tag: loss

The Shrinking Girl

  It happened in a subway sandwich shop, of all places. This is where you go to feel full, not empty; but there he was, watching us, hungry, licking his lips. I never thought about how easy it would be for someone unclasp…

Losing Time

I have lost time the way I lose eyelashes: perpetually, unconsciously, dismissively – and I never noticed how jetlagged my innocence was until I couldn’t compensate for the loss of my childhood anymore. *** I play hide-and-seek with goodbyes because when they find me I know…

Waterways

Even when I bathe in rosewater and wear dewdrops like a string of pearls I will never be able to make myself clean enough or pretty enough to sleep in between my bedsheets. *** It’s ironic hat I was always made fun of…

Rainfalls and Forget-me-nots

The flowers wrapped around streetlamps are dying. I can’t help but hope another tragedy will come along so I don’t have to stop admiring them. *** What you’ll never understand about me is that I am made of water, and just when you think…

Fairest of Them All

ROSEMARY: A young, fairy-tale loving girl who was raised by a gentle and attentive mother (MARIANNE). She is initially bright and hopeful, but as she grows older and more beautiful, she becomes the object of her mother’s jealousy. Thus her relationship with MARIANNE…

Holding Breath in a Room Full of Air

She held her breath in a room full of air. She was determined to prove she could control her body, because she was afraid to be a slave to the flesh and bone construct that was created to contain the core of her…

Barren Hope

My mind lingers on hope. Even under the command to let go, even as I know nature has plucked me from the pool of my purpose, my mind lingers on the hope of being bound to a baby.   Rationality endeavors to bring…

My Sky

My sky was meant to be painted in the raw spectrum of the rainbow, where every color jumped in vibrant exclamations of wanting to be great. Every hue in my sky was meant to be lurid and glaring, flaming in its brilliance, thriving…

The True Monstrosity

Women in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein play apparently disposable roles that are founded in a docile pliability. Females appear to be one-dimensionally portrayed as possessable and passive supports for the actions of the more prominently capable men. However, Shelley portrays them this way in…

Strike Me Down

She is happy. But sometimes, she has days when she is a disaster. There is a storm of chaos who takes the form of a human woman. Her heart beats with jolts of lightning, and her neck’s pulse is the cacophonous thunder that…

Skip to toolbar