Poetry

I take little moments, wrap them in cloth, and put them in my pocket so I can enjoy them at a later time, and although I keep walking, I’m not sure where I’m going, but if you ask me if I ever wonder, I’ll be honest, I don’t think it’s…

A prose poem **Trigger Warning: Themes of abuse and complex post-traumatic stress disorder** — They say to heal you must release, and not suppress. Releasing means letting yourself be pulled apart piece by fucking painful piece. Learning every single fucking time that things weren’t the way you thought they were. Learning that sometimes you made up memories to normalize a thousand cuts inflicted by…

Live, live, live your life with ardent fervor, and inexplicable awe, With bliss and happiness, With sorrow and passion. Like a river flowing to the ocean, showering rain back to the lakes, Like the seedlings from the trees, to grow and wither into the soil, Like a fish to eat…

By: Alyssa Anara Growing up brought me a new understanding of love. I used to think that love was simply an emotion or feeling you shared with others. But now I realize that love isn’t something that needs to be exchanged. I believe that love can also be found in…

So you got past the title. I have to admit that this isn’t some story where the narrator shares a bunch of delicious details, that involve private jets and first class trips around the world. You’re not about to read or listen to a story about a secret rendezvous in…