The Hidden
My mother broke every plate in the house that day. She had destroyed the plastic plates first, each artificial disk severed before meeting the kitchen floor. She had taken the paper plates too, ripping them with her delicate hands until they had reached the floor, a despondent end to the lively meals that they had...
The Beginning of the Rest of Your Life
My life happens in poems. I have measured out my most cherished memories in single images scribbled in my diary, and chronicled them in Word documents arranged by year. A habit of mine is to take the time to reflect through poetry whenever anything momentous, strange, interesting, upsetting, wonderful, or life-changing occurs. Many of these...