Category: My Work

heavy metal

A snippet from something I am working on. — “I knew music would be a big part to understanding you,” she said. “You are like metal music. Sometimes people don’t understand it because they haven’t learned how to listen to it. You take the words and the melody, and there…

constance

Even if the shore can never come out to meet the sea, the waves continuously run to kiss it. And even if the waves leave to wander, the shore always waits. LOVE. It all depends how you see it.

signs

Me. Me. Me. What is important to me? What makes me feel safe? Let me tell you–let me properly tell you– about my childhood. The tidy home. The messy room. What my life will probably be. Let me be creative. I’ll add roses and music while I am at it.…

runaway thoughts

As soon as I lie down my body thinks of you. I try not to because I know the power of thoughts. But my body has other plans. Of how your hands might touch. And how I will quiver under your weight.

our music

You asked me to dance, and I said yes, But then the music stopped, and you said, “It’s okay. We’ll sing while we dance.” We did. And it wasn’t silly. #tinytales #minis

silence

Do not be afraid to tell me About the chaos that fills your heart I don’t fear your darkness In those arts, I too have a part Do not be afraid to tell me All your wretched, useless thoughts I won’t mind your vulgarity I too have my many faults…

there is a place called Split. find it.

Written in June 2015 for an assignment called ‘If I could live anywhere else…’ For my 25th birthday, one of my best friends gave me three leather bracelets, each one about half an inch wide and each with a thin metal plate sewn onto the leather.  A single word was…

F is for…

I take the F train, the shittiest of trains in all of New York.  If the city ever decides to condemn the F route, we will partly rejoice, but mostly bitch and demand at least two alternatives because let’s face it, the F is a lifeline, a major artery in…