Expedition

This journey is unlike anything I could've imagined ( good thing this whole thing isn't my daydream). Because I didn't think I had it in me, this thing that everyone else saw in me. This thing that earned me the honor of teaching twenty-two blossoming minds. I was only substituting for about a month and... Continue Reading →

It’s Here… (Nanowrimo)

It's upon me, the month it's all stitched tightly together. In a month, it'll have eyes   to peek through drawn curtains a hand to reach from the dark alleys of their imagination,   a sultry, whispering voice that's neither charming or alarming but enticing,   commanding, urging them to climb, run and jump, dash... Continue Reading →

Rifled

he scrolled through his contacts, debating on who'd hear the ringing shots, who'd get burned by a stray shell and who'd toss his gun not who'd get cut down mid-run trying to save him from himself: the ride or die who pawned her life for his love - B. Brown (art courtesy of Pinterest)

Today is the day…

I start my Poetry Fundamentals class. I've reviewed my readings (which is a crap ton of poems by poets with funny names) and my assignments: analyzing object and list poems and discussing them with my fellow classmates. And I have two poems due by Sunday for my portfolio. I'm excited. I'm nervous. But I'm hell... Continue Reading →

I’ve Returned

and where've I been? easing from under the shade of my apple tree whose roots have broken concrete, whose fruits have fallen too soon from the faintest winds, where have I been? cowering amongst rotten cores and tics disguised as seeds hailing Mary every time I thought I heard my mirror speak... but my reflection... Continue Reading →

Scenes

their wics flickeredlike cautious starsand her moving mind,the heaviest hole- B. Brown(image courtesy of Pinterest)

1000 Followers!!! 😁❤️🌹

I cant believe I made it to 1k followers! This is truly a blessing for me and I want to thank you guys for your love, support and feedback. You've helped me grow and maintain the confidence to keep growing. Thank you thank you thank yous! Update: I finished my Story and Concept class with... Continue Reading →

Estranged

how comfortable I wasgiving everything I thought I wasbefore I knew what or who I wasconformingperforming how a hidden witness doeshow solicitouswith barely a soul to offerif it'd give me a chancea placea body to harbor- B. Brown(image courtesy of Pinterest)

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