“Careful,” He would always say, “The universe is in your eyes, close them for too long and the stars may fall.” He would bring her flowers smelling of honeysuckle and gardenia, closing his fin...Read More
Bleed. Ink from a pen; pointy nib searing parchment; tearing into the depths of heartfelt secrets deep within the pages. Bleed. Sunrise early in the morning; orange and yellow hues colliding with dark...Read More
Often, our nation is mistaken as a paradise, as a home to all; as a shared master of equality, but that is fraudulent. We are not perfection; our nation is flawed like our words, like the disease they...Read More
My motivation ebbs and flows like the ocean’s tides, like these thoughts that arise like the sun each morning. My thoughts are wildfire; spreading, enveloping me with their ashy tang, and I am f...Read More