Posts tagged "love"
Always For You

Always For You

I thought I knew life, grasped its seasons, its gentle hum.
ante meridiem

ante meridiem

3:41am i’m going to cherish and regret this experience once i wake up. you’re completely different in person. no. incorrect. on skype. we skyped. we sat and had a conversation, looked at each other’s “faces” through this app called skype as i cursed my internet connection. you looked different. you sounded different. you laughed a...
The Lack Thereof

The Lack Thereof

I was in sixth grade when I realized that I did not have a normal, healthy, intimate relationship with my family. This was a multi-step process, and by multi, I really mean two.
Editor’s Letter — February 2017: INTIMACY

Editor’s Letter — February 2017: INTIMACY

Ah, February. The smell of chocolate (and bitterness) is in the air as millions prepare for the most romantic day of the year.
Musical Hearts vs. Lion Souls

Musical Hearts vs. Lion Souls

Sometimes it is With instead of Vs. I met another man With a lion soul This is how I know– How I know the difference I am thinking of myself when I say: “Musical heart”
And Broken Were The Bones

And Broken Were The Bones

  And broken were the bones that once held him together. Pretty brown boy found love over the summer. Met her one wild night and dove in head first down Alice’s rabbit hole. Pretty brown boy falls for a dime piece with curves like a coke bottle. And broken were the bones. He snuck her...
6:40 P.M.// Telegraph Ave.

6:40 P.M.// Telegraph Ave.

I fell in love in cold weather. Three times. Like my psychic told me.
When Life gives you Beyoncé, enjoy Lemonade

When Life gives you Beyoncé, enjoy Lemonade

  Lemonade by Beyoncé is as visually stunning as it is vulnerable. For this, I thank her courage, vision, and incredible work ethic. Beyoncé shows us that there is power and beauty in being vulnerable, that there is power and beauty in being black.
O ye, of little faith

O ye, of little faith

  April is the hardest month of the year for me. Repressed trauma banging on the door of my conscious, demanding to be let out is one of the reasons my most intense depressive episodes come up during this part of the year.
Our Story: A Tale of Beach Glass and Spilled Milk

Our Story: A Tale of Beach Glass and Spilled Milk

There was a slight wind on the dock. It ripped at the lake water and tousled the tall grass surrounding the beach in small waves. Each stem flickered back and forth, like an uneasy light that had been exercised for many years.
The Beginning of the Rest of Your Life

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...
For My Daughter and the Girls I Love

For My Daughter and the Girls I Love

if i were to have a daughter i would teach her self-preservation, tell her how safe her bodyspace is and show her how to take care of it. i would call myself mama and her anything she wanted and let her make her own choices and even if they didn’t turn out so good i’d...