Romance Author and Poet
I miss the way you once were, the way you spoke, the cadence of your words when you didn’t want the world to hear us. I miss your deep inflections, paired with slow reflections; the way your intonation rose and fell with my breath and self-control.
I was called a fool for loving you. And I was.
And I am.
In my hopeless defense, your words were full; carefully crafted in unwoven silk and raw honesty.… Read the rest >>> “Irreparable (poem)”
She was plain – nothing outstanding and yet somehow obviously desired. It was easy to see that in the way he leaned towards her as he spoke; the way their fingers intertwined warmly, like a fire had been made in the hearth of their hearts, in a home built for them both.
And I knew I was more beautiful. Externally only, of course. I felt the twisted, ugly pieces of my soul speak up from its darkness as I pretended not to see them.… Read the rest >>> “Invisible Beauty (flash)”
I sacrificed mundane possibilities for the grandiose fantasy you gave me. I could no longer sit in contentment when thinking of a normal daily life: a life of avoiding alarm clocks, selling off eight to ten pieces of my day for magic beans, and coming home to wash my hands and feet of it while I aged slowly in the mirror.
No, you added sugar to each dream, making it impossibly sweet and addicting.… Read the rest >>> “Sweet (poem)”
The bachata club off of 37th was a mix of darkness and light; the beat of the music disrupting the heart’s natural rhythm, the red and green spotlights sweeping across the room sending mixed signals.
It had been the longest fourteen months that Evelynn had ever remembered. Even after all this time, the city still proved to be heartless and distant, filled to the brim with scurrying ants disguised as people, all of them climbing the hologram of the corporate ladder.… Read the rest >>> “Red Light, Green Light (short story)”
What is the worst thing someone has ever said to you? What is the worst thing you’ve said to someone else?
There is always a haunting echo of a string of words that broke our hearts or that we have used to break the hearts of others. Apologies and reconciliation are not always possible in reality, but are always possible on paper.
Previously we discussed writing imaginary conversations in a fictional format as a form of therapy.… Read the rest >>> “Writing as Therapy: Real Conversations (Writing 101)”
You were my favorite form of insomnia.
Surrounded by darkness, I kept my eyes open, wondering how many stars would fall from the sky before you were laying next to me. I imagined your lips… how they might speak and tease when no one was watching; their ratio of sugar and salt while expressing desire in primordial ways. I imagined them accompanied by the coarse curiosity of your hands, positive they could conjure magic if I could only get close enough. … Read the rest >>> “Insomnia (poem)”
She tangled her arms around his neck, the scent of his lavender laundry soap and his spiced cedar skin crowding her senses. His chest vibrated as he hummed in laughter; half amused, half triumphant.
“Quite obsessed with me. . . aren’t you?” he asked.
She rested her forehead against his shoulder, her skin grinding into his sweater as she nodded. An arm gently wrapped around her waist, warmth – his own warmth – enclosing her.… Read the rest >>> “Betrayal (flash fiction)”
On my Youtube channel, I posted a writing exercise called The Forest. You can check it out here if you want to spend 15 minutes writing today. If you want my short story based on the prompt, read below.
The bag was empty.
I wasn’t sure if I was more upset about losing the most precious stone of the kingdom – the royal jewel passed down six generations of sleezy, worthless kings and queens who had done nothing for their country but burn it to the ground with poverty, lies, and godlessness – or if I was more upset about losing my sandwich.… Read the rest >>> “Writing Exercise: The Forest (Scene)”
INTRODUCTION
Human beings are complex animals that have the gift – and the curse – of multilevel consciousness. We have our immediate consciousness, which processes everything in the moment; and on top of that, we have the subconscious and the unconscious, processing things that we’re not even aware we’re processing.
Our brain is constantly processing these different levels of consciousness at the same time, and regardless of our maturity and wisdom, it’s impossible to process everything all at once.… Read the rest >>> “Writing as Therapy: Imaginary Conversations (Writing 101)”
I’ve had readers in the past ask questions in relation to impostor syndrome and the fear of failure, and I’ve always hesitated on speaking on it. There’s a good reason for it – and this is the douchey-ish thing ever – but the reason I don’t talk about them is because I don’t have either one.
Imposter syndrome is usually rooted in the fear of incompetence.… Read the rest >>> “Imposter Syndrome and the Fear of Failure (Reflection)”
