It’s Been Four Years. It’s Time for a Shift.

Dear reader, I created this website in 2015, my sophomore year of high school. I cannot fathom the fact that I've created four (almost five) years' worth of content, writing, and online connections. When I look back at my first July post, I know that I've transformed so much as both a writer and a…

To Love a Bird (Is to Paint Her Red)

I am azure-headed, ruby-breasted, emerald-winged. I flutter into your embrace, only God and His sun as my witnesses. You tell me that I dazzle color, even when my feathers are plucked, even when all that is visible is the white plumage beneath the surface. When my toes are ripped, you stitch them back; when my…