Ramen
TW: Suicide mention, violence, gore, wrist cutting It was nighttime when we made plans to return to Portland, the place that almost killed me. The dark hung around me and pressed down on my spine, attempting to drag me back to that place where it all truly…
An Unkindness
As Mother and I walked out of the zoo and through the parking lot, I glanced down a row to see an unkindness of ravens perched atop a white car. The harsh Oregon sun glistened on their ebony feathers as the dozen ruffled their feathers and snickered amongst themselves. Their…
Soothed
The coyotes come out earlier each night. Sometimes I swear they’re just outside my window, calling out for me to join them. They yip and howl, beckoning me closer to the edge of reckless abandon. And as I close my eyes, I find peace in their loud requests for company….
Hawthorne
WIP of a recent nonfiction piece. Hawthorne. It was mid-afternoon, beneath the blazing Portland sun, when I saw the Hawthorne Bridge. Our PE class was moving swiftly through the city, ensuring we got back to the school on time, but I felt my legs turn to lead as…
Friends Forever
Friends Forever I sat curled up on her felt chair, looking over the stories we were given to critique from our Creative Writing II class. Her front door was open, letting in the warm Colorado breeze that smelled of the coming hot summer, and she sat on the couch…