On Deciduous Plants in the Winter Cycle

Deciduous trees in a cold fog of winter.

(it’s like this) and now I lay me down to sleep. old leaves breaking free, falling to the earth, to break apart in the soil. old dreams will nourish new ones. soon, my roots will sense water soon, the sun warming me will activate my enzymes and it will be time to create life. but I am not an evergreen. …


I Ain’t Afraid of No Ghosts

“They were the ghosts in the night, the monsters under my bed, the reason I wouldn’t open my closet in the dark.”


Twelve Years of Eyeliner

If you’re on Facebook, I am sure you’ve seen the profile Pic challenge going around, where you share your first profile pic and then your most recent. I don’t think I’m doing this right.