Writing in the Dark

Left Behind

Depression: an absence of hope, filled with apathy, sitting in an empty house devoid of any colors or windows or doors. Sometimes I can hear a low rumbling drone, like a constant flow moving away from me, but I can't place it. I can't decipher or understand what this sound is, or where it is… Continue reading Left Behind

Writing in the Dark

Heavy Listening

Words are lost in translation and my mind is a blur of yes and no and run, but I wait for someone to step out of this blur and say something that sounds like a warm greeting-- a hello from quiet mornings and coffee-- but my thoughts are too light for the harsh reality that… Continue reading Heavy Listening

Writing in College

That’s All I Want

I want us laughing over spilt coffee Shuffling through a deck of cards With our legs crossed. I want that piece of sky When last night becomes tomorrow morning And our clothes try to hide What we made in our memory. I want our feet to cross over The places that threatened our freedom. I… Continue reading That’s All I Want