the cub has no vision of future no mind to entertain time ahead such concepts are taught then furrowed between brows knotted thick over time’s passing, kitting naivete for a world in which she is no longer young where she cannot rely on beauty nor willpower her body, atrophied like…

A year ago, I was rebounding from an unhealthy situation where I craved validation from an uncaring partner who needed me for company as much as I needed him for sex. …

Last night, I learned that I am the kind of woman who sits by herself playing card games made for two people. Entertaining the idea of intimacy with one-sided conversations about love and trust and vulnerability. “What did you first notice about me?” I ask myself, and I think of…

Its lid falls from my fingertips and I crawl over an edge with the frenzy of a lizard set free. Warmth surges my eyes, responding to the intensity of light after darkness. I wonder, “How long was I asleep?”. On the floor are scattered, piles of my innermost self, heaps…

Surviving Quarantine Is Surviving Myself — 3.8 (March 8th 2020) I am in Amsterdam, avoiding the very things that made me in New York. At home, my life was work and sleep and sleeping with [redacted]. I still sleep, but I haven’t spent much time doing either of the other two things. The way I see…

I wrote this two years ago. From 20 to 22, nothing has changed. — Police Brutality is Crime Police brutality is neither a new, nor an isolated affair. It will not be abated without a united effort for it to be renounced. Who could have known that an unfit president would result in such widespread social unrest? I’ll tell you who knew — every threatened minority. The word…

As slow as my progress with this outlet develops, I am so grateful for it. …

Life under lock down has made me aware of so many self intricacies. You get so lost in the everyday, that you don’t have time to notice the little things about yourself — like the way a hot shower changes your entire morning, no matter what side of the bed…

When all else fails, sometimes metaphors are the easiest way to express how you feel. The past few months of my life have been filled with a lot of internal conflict, confusion, and self-imposed stress. The summation of a year’s worth of weight. It’s incredible how much of a burden…