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Grazing Between the Chaos and the Calm

I am standing on the bridge between chaos and tranquility, between crimson and greenery. I want to drink from that well of blue water, to graze beneath the hearts of rounded mountains. I want to stop and dance with the... Continue Reading →

So College is a Thing

It's Week One of my freshman year, and my writing has been almost nonexistent due to the chaos. The plus side? I'm starting my adult life with my right foot forward and my head held high. I'll start writing on... Continue Reading →

Being a Woman Writer: Is There an Issue?

The short answer? There isn't.

Waiting List (Also, I’m Back!)

I’ve spent countless days blowing thought bubbles above my head. I decide which thoughts are scribbled on my waiting list: which ones suspend in the stars, which ones hover over the moon, which ones waltz with the waves-- this list... Continue Reading →

The Rose

A delicate rose perched on a bush, her hand beneath her chin. Her sigh froze dew drops in the air; her patience was waning thin. For she was awaiting Autumn— he hadn’t visited in days— and he had promised that... Continue Reading →

Letter to My Adult Self

Dear Future Wanderer, The present is flooded with the desire to know the future; people incessantly want to know what will happen rather than what is happening. With this in mind, I hope you understand that, in this letter, I... Continue Reading →

What is it Like to Have Synesthesia? An Interview

While most people try not to judge a book by its cover, some involuntarily judge a book by its colors. Simply seeing or hearing words can cause a select group of people to instantly associate words with colors, a phenomenon... Continue Reading →

Photography Through England

Traveling and studying literature in England opened my eyes to what could be. I was able to control where I went, what I saw, and who I met. I grew as an observer; as a result, I wanted to record... Continue Reading →

Coin Laundry

It is seven in the morning. The sun barely grazes her fingers across the horizon’s bare back, and she kisses his shoulder as if she is afraid to wake him. Soon, though, he will open his eyes and rumble the... Continue Reading →

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