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 →