I knew no other life than that of the fool. I spent my days pining, letting my unrequited love run rampant. They told my story for me, and all I could do was perform their script. The paint on my face twisted into a lovesick mess. The very depiction of art and sensitivity had been ...

“Mouth, do what you can” * to express these complexities that swirl in currents too torrid to swim too thick too heavy to drink. These writhing tides keep me awake at night – soft silence is but a siren’s call. So please, Mouth give it your all or else, Hand, you have permission to drown ...

Fall asleep in my messy bedroom mind It‘s a bit warped and a bit buckled. Painted – yellow and blue. You might admire the walls – They have grown so tall – And I patched them with fabric and glue. They’ve kept me warm and dry And I’m proud of what they mean. I’ve tended ...

I’m the type of person who hates failing. The idea of getting behind, or not turning in good quality work makes me anxious. I’ve always prided myself on being able to check in with myself. There have always been certain aspects of my personality I knew without a doubt. My “talent” as a writer is ...

“Do more of what lights your soul on fire.” That is the intriguing quote on the cover of my new journal. It is the reason I was drawn to it. The verb do suggests action, enthusiasm, movement. This is not talking about binge-watching your favorite show or YouTubers, or spending hours on social media debating ...

I’ve always had an issue with comparing myself to other people. I think it comes from the fact that I always wanted to either be at the same level as my siblings or better than them. I wanted to be talented like them. One would think that two decades later I would realize that people ...

I spent weeks writing this short story. Editing and revising it, until it was crisp and polished. My instructor loved it. My peers loved it…hell, even my family loved it. I dig up the courage and I submit it to a magazine that publishes similar stories. Then, I wait with bated breath for three days. ...

So, you want to get a tattoo? Me too. “A tattoo is a true poetic creation and is always more than meets the eye. As a tattoo is grounded on living skin, so its essence emotes a poignancy unique to the mortal human condition.” – V. Vale  As a heavily tattooed person, I totally understand ...