Bumps and Creases

A spoken word poetry piece I performed during a beauty pageant I competed in back in college. For anyone who struggles between money, societal expectations, and doing what you damn well want.

Grafitti

β€œHow are you doing? What is it like up there,” an old woman spoke. She sat in a meadow beside a massive, grey boulder, a young woman and a young man sitting nearby. The day was warm, inviting. The young woman held a thin blue washable marker in her hand. Whatever the old woman said …

Hotel Metaphors

People have told me that my choice to be emotionally unavailable is commendable and understandable and safe. Like hanging a DO NOT DISTURB sign over the knob on my heart as I clean up. But I would like to think of this interlude of personality weed whacking and self-rediscovery as just another form of getting …