Category: Poetry & prose

My mind has been so loud lately, impatience seeping from every thought. Impatience for what, I don’t know. For something new, for the leaves to turn brown, for writing inspiration, for my hair to grow out, for life. Time seems to be moving so fast I forget I exist right now, too. This summer taught…

I’m ready for summer to be over. I’m tired of the sun rubbing me raw, skin and soul and everything in between. All is laid bare in this glaring light and I hate being forced to honesty. Summer will make you feel guilty for hiding away until you drag your sadness out of the shadows…

Do you want to see my home? Please, step through the door. Come in. Here’s the desk I haven’t been writing at – I guess that makes it the same as any other corner of my house. Sorry, I don’t know why I showed you. Here’s the long-empty bottle of gin left by a man…