What I Did Over My Summer Vacation

Whatever does a writer do over a summer vacation? Let me rephrase. Whatever does a writer who doesn’t have the funds for world travel do over a summer vacation? That’s Continue Reading →

Til There Was Quiet

Fleeing, hiding, escaping, self-harm. Kneeling, reeling, holding herself, overcome. Misery, apathy, nothingness, alone. Clear tears, red tears, side by side as one. Crying, dying, she exhaled and was gone. ©May Continue Reading →

Running Headlong into Myself

So, I find myself in a strange place in my life where I walk around and think to myself, Gee, this place is strange. I’m serious. Okay, not completely serious, Continue Reading →

Sometimes She Died

Sometimes she needed to escape the lies. Sometimes she held herself and cried. Sometimes she died. Sometimes her hope frayed against the “why’s.” Sometimes her visions of diversity whispered goodbye. Continue Reading →