Fiction: Time To Fly

“Wings?” Etta nodded, grinning at her from her seat on the floor. She flipped open the book resting in her lap, settling her crossed legs closer to her body. Kara grumbled something and sat down opposite her, pushing aside one of Etta’s books, and her own shoes. She mirrored Etta’s …

Poem: Space

She is counterpoint to my supernova, I am a brilliant point of light burnt out before my time and she is the only thing I am holding onto as I blaze through existence. She is my solar system. briefly I outshine her mere moments pass but she is my gravity …

Fiction: On The Edge

Etta sank down into the white fluff, crushing it beneath her feet. She pulled her other foot up almost throwing it forward back into the snow, sinking and crushing again and repeated the process over and over as the small group made it’s way towards the edge of the forest. …

Capably Capable

People treat me like a child sometimes. I am not a child. I’m 33. Sometimes I think people forgot this. I can look after myself. I actually can. I can cook, I can keep the house clean and I can keep myself alive and dressed and clean. I can get …

Poetry: Lost Too Much

You say fall and I see jump I think I’ve lost too much. Seen too much and my imagination broken shattered into pieces after a long fall from a frightening height from which you jumped. A permanent change has come over me never the same now I see friends hanging …