Written by Cameron Blackwood On December 1st, I was lucky enough to attend the first ever performance of […]
I have a choice: I can let it rot, or I can face it.
This is me facing it.
It will be four years later. You will be walking down a tree-lined street after a day of classes, dappled sunlight shining softly through a layer of swaying branches, all lilting and turning and twisting in the breeze. There’s a good chance you will be deeply content, breathing in a lungful of fall air that has just begun to turn. You may cross paths with a smiling stranger on the sidewalk, nod at her, and as she passes, catch the end trail of her perfume. The same warm perfume that the really cute girl in your sophomore-year science class always wore.
Beneath the angry, red lesions, beyond the reach of my fingertips, I believe there is skin as smooth as glass.
C. Was it worth it?
I am privileged to love you, I am privileged to hold you, I am privileged to have my fingers interlocked so tightly with yours
In my time of self discovery I have managed to abandon myself.
When I was fifteen, I fell in love with a girl.
June drew by, warm days I ran through like the backfields. When the cicadas started to sing, school […]
Careful, don’t slip on it.
Don’t look too close.
Don’t fall in.
it always happens this way. i focus on the darkness behind my closed eyes and will them to […]
I’m a computer, comprised of a series of zeroes and ones that code for the woman I am. […]
peel myself off pale, clinging sheets,
lethargy pooling under my eyes,
dark side of the moon hugging waterline,
readying for frosted floorboard’s touch on mine.
Summer’s warm smile has faded under the clouds, and I’m watching the leaves glow as they float down […]
The elegantly named “water football catch” was my favorite pool-related activity throughout all of elementary school. The idea […]
He posed the question innocently: “Isabella, what do you know about marijuana?”
Short term is the first to go. We saw it in you and they search for it in […]
Wait, Sweet Carnation!
How dare you grow with such haste
My dear friend has yet to return