To the Female Writer
You aren’t really a writer. Let’s be honest here, this is just a hobby. If you think you can make a living out of this, then maybe you really should go to a mental institution with the rest of the silly, husbandless women. It’s best just to admit now that…
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…
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….
What It’s Like To Be A Daughter [snippet]
A small snippet of the piece I’m currently working on for my non-fiction class. Please be advised: this scene is sorta graphic. I used to read books about a young woman in the old pioneer days, who had her own ship and sailed around, discovering things and narrowly avoiding being…