All that Comes

Today I don’t feel tired and the queasiness is a distant wave. Today the sun hit my disco light and lit up my room with glowing bits of hope. Today my alarm, and not my anxiety, woke me up. Today, hope feels possible and happiness feels almost easy. But yesterday, yesterday- The best parts of … Continue reading All that Comes


Open mic time, let’s goooooo. Tomorrow, 11.11 (you know you like those angel numbers). My room, C242, from 6-8 pm.

That Summer

What if that summer hadn’t smelled of antiseptic and hospital food? What if that summer hadn’t sounded like held breath and the constant and varied beeping of life-sustaining machines? What if that summer hadn’t taught me to fear phone calls and love and losing? What if that summer had let my body house joy instead … Continue reading That Summer

Bite Size Fiction

It’s the leaves they first notice- swiss cheese holes through them all, like poison rain residue. Horticulture experts gather, brows furrowed, and begin testing samples. But soon the grass begins to whither- everywhere, almost overnight- strong blades turning brown and brittle. Next, the flowers lose their petals, lost pieces swirling across cement. The sky begins … Continue reading Bite Size Fiction

Open Mic Tomorrow!

Oh heyyyyy we’ve got an open mic tomorrow from 6:30-8:30 at Skyridge in room C242. You’re all invited. There will be treats, good vibes, and beautiful words. Hope to see you there!

I am, I am, I am

Depression is breathing down my neck and after years of sprinting in the opposite direction, I forgot depression’s arms offer not only sorrow, but false comfort. I forgot a tiny part of me would want to relax into depression’s embrace. I’m just so tired. All I want is to stop, to rest. To wear sweatpants … Continue reading I am, I am, I am


It’s open mic season. Get ready for some good words, good vibes, and treats. First open mic is September 30th from 6:30-8:30 p.m. at Skyridge in room C242. Everyone is welcome. Let’s goooooo.

And When I Sleep

My days spill out in front of me A torrent I can barely see, let alone catch To-do lists scrawled in Pilot G-2 ink Every item elbowing for space My days are run-on sentences My asthmatic lungs can barely read I wish I had an inhaler for my brain And punctuation for my life Except … Continue reading And When I Sleep

Open Mic Recap 5.13

All I see is a different kind of love/ but I want you to love me/ this is normal for me/ handprints left on my heart/ would a change of bodies fix my soul/ what if-what if- the answer is no/ stage freight when I’m walking down the hall/ I don’t know what to say/ … Continue reading Open Mic Recap 5.13


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