Inauguration Day: A Short Story

Lizzy woke up with her mouth hanging open, her hand hanging off the couch. Her hand was nudged by something cold and then something wet engulfed it entirely. She cracked open her dry eyes to see her bulldog, Buff, licking her hand incessantly. Beyond him the office was silent, save the ticking of the Slate…

Heart House: 2011

All I want is to break awayfrom everyone and everything. But no matter how hard I pull, how hard I fly, I’m always attached.

Dragons & Beavers: A Fable

In a land beyond a sea of stars, Far beyond the moon and Mars,Is the land of Vudrua, dry and warmWhere the dragons all live and roam. One dragon in particular loved this land, The one where his family’s rich collection stand.He guarded this treasure from dawn until dusk, Striking at any thief with his…

More Writings: Introduction Part II

In addition to my Heart House postings (that will begin this month) I thought I will share that I may also be posting non-Heart House related writings, the first of which will be tomorrow! Some of these will be randomly generated prompts that I like the outcome of, some are excerpts of writings and project…

Heart Houses: An Introduction

It all started with a conversation a friend and I had in high school. She had mentioned that she sometimes imagines her heart as a house where she keeps her valuable things locked away. I was so infatuated with the metaphor that I went home after that and dreamed about what my own heart house…

Letter to a Queer Cultural Ancestor: Allen Ginsberg

  Dear Allen Ginsberg, It was 2010 when I first found you, I was 17, homeless, brainwashed by the religious machine known as the Wesleyan Church and had been actively in the closet for 5 years. The old man working at the book shop had brought me to the section of the store on beat…

Museum Challenge: “Ghost”

No one tells you about the ghosts of the living. No one tells you about how when you lose yourself you become only a shell, a ghost of yourself to all those around you. Depression, anxiety, addiction, they all demand a part of yourself and for that part you are made a ghost of the…

Thomas and the Dollhouse

Day One Thomas had never run a day in his life. However, when he was forced to move back to rural North Carolina from Manhattan, he had to find some form of cardio to make up for all the walking he was no longer doing. It also seemed to help ease his depression, which was…

My Tree of Self-Loathing

Hello bloggies! Today I’d like to share my experiences over the past few months with body image and self loathing. This is not a depressing, woe is me, post I promise. My relationship with my body image has always been very rocky. It started early when I was in early double digits and chubby.  …