—An excerpt from a much longer and more personal piece— But I let my guard down, this black lace cloak I use to shield my true emotions, the black lace veil that soaks up my tears, the same black lace elastic that covers my sexuality, the black lace negligé that I used to hypnotize these… Continue reading black lace
I began my story on the edge. In between a mistake and a marvel. Time never took my hand and led me back from the rocky cliff, either. One or the other has never been my problem. Both was my magic word. Let's do music classes and art conventions, then next weekend it's back to… Continue reading cusp.
Over Spring Break, my large family and I packed up and drove all the way from Texas to Colorado; adding it up now, we spent about 72 hours in the car (Texas is too big). While this was not the first time I had been in Colorado, it was the first time I was able… Continue reading colorado, mountains, and poems they inspired.