Heroine

  “And she’s beautiful. But like the sun. Everyone always says how pretty the moon is because it lights up the darkness, but without the sun, the moon wouldn’t even exist, you know?” I did. He just didn’t know quite how much. “I probably sound so dumb right now,” his cheeks flush. He brings his … More Heroine

Dear John

  Dear John, I’ve thought about what you said in your previous letter. I’ve thought of little else. You asked if this love was worth my soul. If it was worth me not being who I really am. I’ve tortured myself with that thought for days now. But the answer is quite simply: I don’t … More Dear John

Hannah: Chapter 3

Deep Violet   “If one of these tattoo-covered hobo men graze against me again,” Alec mutters into the phone, “I swear to God, I will lose my shit.” “You don’t believe in God,” I make awkward eye contact with the elderly man down the hall wearing the tiniest floral-patterned robe as he takes his trash … More Hannah: Chapter 3

Sun

Sun A Poem How is it possible Loving someone so? Utterly enamoured Endeared in every way The sun to my pale blue sky The moon to my glistening velvet navy So sweet Aftertaste so bitter Opposites in every way similar Deaf but comprehensive My heart aches For our words so often Love But not in … More Sun

Dreamer

  I can’t recall the exact moment it happened. It didn’t happen overnight, I don’t think. Paris. Paris had been my idea apparently. This, too, I couldn’t recall. I had grown tired. Tired of trying. Trying to communicate in a foreign language; tired of living out of a backpack; tired of not knowing if we … More Dreamer

Wander

  With my fingers still sticky from the caramel sweets softened by the afternoon sun, I wander home. Perhaps one cannot really wander if you have a destination in mind, but wonder nevertheless I do. My skin is tacky and covered with a layer of salt, drawn from the ocean air. I detest this part … More Wander

Quarter-life Crisis

I was having a quarter-life crisis at the age of 20. If I lived to eighty, that would make it accurate. Whilst I realistically acknowledged that the tumultuous years between the ages of 13 and 19 were soaked in self-doubt and discovery for almost everyone I knew, I couldn’t help but wonder: how much of … More Quarter-life Crisis

Mediocrity

A Dialogue   There’s this fear of mine that lingers just above my chest always. A fear of what? Some days, it’s that I’ll never be good enough – trapped in mediocrity and contentment. Not happiness? If you know your life is mediocre, you will never be truly happy. I don’t want to spend my … More Mediocrity

Hannah: Chapter 2

  “My Parents.” ‘Look at that girl’s hair,’ my mother whispers. She speaks incredibly soft whenever she does this, barely moving her lips. She is afraid of the girl hearing her but has no problem staring as if the stranger has just spurted an extra arm and is slapping the man standing in the queue … More Hannah: Chapter 2