after Alex Dimitrov
I love coincidences.
I love surprises, especially pleasant ones.
I love the radio.
I love finding joy in the things we can’t control.
I love the space between winter and spring, and how it feels like a fresh start despite its recurrence.
I...
Sometimes I find it hard to walk,
All the tears I hide will leak out of my eyes and onto my sheets.
Every smile masks the storm beneath.
Living in the aftermath,
‘Cause we are free now, we can go wherever we want.
Bye-bye, I never said that to you,
It's...
Run. Hide. Fight.
It sounds like a childrens game of hide and seek. Yet although children know the name it's not a game.
July 4, I got off a plane in a brand new country. I connect to the wifi and scroll through social media. Facebook is my first choice. I want to see what my...
The story runs away, almost a separate entity from its creator. Because as much as the author intended to put in their words, there are infinitely more unintentional ideas left to be discovered.
My Anonymous Correspondent,
Perhaps my writing to you is a surprise. I only entreat that you pay heed to my advice with the degree of solemnity it rightfully deserves.
The rain pounded loudly on the roof as Violet glanced out the window for what felt like the millionth time.
“Come on, Vi. There’s nothing we can do about the rain right now, so why not try and make the best of our Halloween! I was able to make it over before it started pouring,...
I’m currently sitting in the waiting room of the Gary Oppen Memorial Hospital, anxiously hoping for any news on Bobby. I was unaware of the severity of his injuries, so before driving down to the hospital, I made a risky, but necessary pit stop at Party City to grab a Yo-Yo and a party popper.
