Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
As I looked down at the near-full perfume bottles, Shoes I haven’t worn since high school, Shirts that stopped fitting ten pounds ago, And dozens of pairs of panties, socks, and ripped hosiery, I realized why I can’t stop buying things—I don’t like myself very much. Paying for color analyses, Read more
any core desire or need one may have, we must trust is exactly that: core and with no need to adapt. this thing is inherent of us; why on earth would we set out to adjust something that is such. perfection is flawed. i am going to keep this idea—tattooed in Read more
The dress is navy blue. Navy blue with cream color trim around the neck and armholes. It is a size small. I bought it to wear for an Easter Sunday; I don’t remember the year. The dress is one of the few pieces of clothing in my closet that doesn’t Read more
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about… there is a field. I will meet you there -Rumi How can I possibly begin this letter? I have so much to say, so many words inside, which are crammed, arguing, scratching one another, Read more
Stephanie’s right hand was stuck inside the door of a baby blue Lexus. While she was in no pain—that would come later—she couldn’t wiggle her fingers. She worried they’d no longer be three-dimensional once the door opened again. In the front seat, the grownups talked with an easy camaraderie about Read more
You cannot ram your way through the pain You cannot wish away the sorrow Lord knows I’ve tried to slither, shed skin, and hide away the day Do you want to know a secret? The fucking hardcore pain, the really ugly snot nose teary eyed drop to your knees and Read more
The most painful heartbreak I have ever known has hidden itself under the guise of love; but between you and me, in reality, no one has ever broken my heart worse than I have. Every single scar on my body is a tale of my defeat. Underneath the sleeves of Read more
After Crystal Williams’ “The Voice of God,” For Aretha Franklin her voice was the soundtrack to after-school pick-me-ups from the trauma of every reluctant schoolyard memento uplifting auras that filled the room accompanying my mother’s cooking as she shuffled from the kitchen to the dining room, switching up her vinyl Read more