prose

Fin.

Fin.

I don’t know his birthdate or the exact time he died. Last night he was there. We had eaten dinner together just like any other night, and I had watched him and laughed as he gobbled up every last piece of his meal. But this […]

Dear Future Self

Dear Future Self

I felt empty, like a vacuum had sucked the words from my mouth. Any trace of a syllable was gone, and I sat against the cream-colored wall in silence. Everyone else around me danced on one another, loud music becoming softer, and the beat grew […]

The Great Unknown and Me

The Great Unknown and Me

Thalassophobia first came to me at 6 years old, when the Atlantic Ocean was swallowing me whole. My hibiscus print swimsuit and L.L. Bean rash guard couldn’t protect me against the wicked currents that thrashed me around in Ocean City. My mother stood on the […]

To The Writer Inside Me…

To The Writer Inside Me…

I know how your knuckles itch with words your mouth is too cowardly to speak. I know how sometimes the spit under your tongue feels more like a lyrical puddle than saliva. I know how weird that sounds to people who don’t have someone like […]