This week's challenge: Write a bad poem (almost right enough to make you wince) about animal pregnancies. Their eggs gestate in their skin until the babies decide to burst out.
So, I built you a house in the back of my mind, tucked between my hopes and my nightmares. The walls were rotten, and black, and decay. Each lie became a nail fixing another stud at an unwelcome angle: sweet and broken.
A few weeks ago, a tendon in my foot tore. There's an extra bone in tucked in there, and, every now and again, it feels the need to make a run for a new body.
Anytime I go to new city, I want to find the highest place and just perch. If it’s nighttime and the wind blows, the lights shake and the whole world sparkles. For a moment, I remember how small I am and all of the pressure goes away. I love feeling small… It’s weirder here. This is my city you know. I forget sometimes. It’s not terribly small. It almost sparkles.
Reading is fun and relaxing and the best thing you can do for your brain, right? Wrong! For some, reading can be harmful to your health and your future. Here are four signs that you should stop reading NOW.
Reason #1: You can take over the world. Reason #2: You don't actually have to read. Reason #3: So many explosions.
“Rabbit.” That one word is enough to send me into a tailspin of emotion. My body shakes when I hear it. The plot twist shot through my eyes and into my heart, and I was never the same. The first time I read Sherry Garland’s Letters from the Mountain, I was too shaken to cry.... Continue Reading →
Today, I find myself sitting alone on a couch that I didn't buy in a city I barely know, and I love it. Light is pouring through the windows, birds are chirping, and the air conditioner is lending it's faint hum to the music of the day. Meanwhile, my apartment back in Illinois settles without... Continue Reading →