S: I hate casinos. J: I didn’t ask you to like being here. I just asked you to be here. S: I would rather be ordering a peanut butter milkshake at that place we drove past on the way into this god forsaken shit hole. J made gagging noises and pulled a face S, looking … More Killing Time
I have thought back over the last few years of my sobriety, on the friendships I have had and what sparked them, or what brought those friendships crashing down. It is safe to say that even as a small girl, any interaction I had with a fellow school mate, or anyone who I deemed a … More Broken Things. Awesome.
There is a saltiness to your face and an awkwardness to your grace. A callousness to your blackened skin, and a refined serration to each word unhinged. You mock me, with silence – though I will admit, I am surprised by my own lack of; anything. How did that line go? Did you kiss your … More For You, The Girl Who Once Was
I decline to tell the whole story, other than to say I was escorted out of the local mall by four security guards for my bad behavior. But I will say that I do not understand the appeal of entering a busy shopping mall on a Saturday. People lose all concept of spacial awareness and … More Aggravated, Arrested, Pet Peeves
writing as a way of life
My ramblings poems and musings enjoy or not no pressure
The varied thoughts of a millennial modern linguist.
Talking about real things
Poetry and Poems
All that is me!
CRIME WRITER
Fabulously Refined/Wildy Inappropriate
A home for the stories and poems that got away.
I Kill My Own Spiders
character limited descriptions kind of give me anxiety
A few new poems every week. Haikus on Sundays.
Mocking Bird Down 