My university is always quiet when people leave and that’s when you notice things. You’ll find broken, empty branches, hiding behind the leaves. Or the discolored rock that has been there for at least five years and will be there for another ten. You’ll notice black paint peeling off the railing because the school only … Continue reading Quiet now, pay attention
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Real monsters
I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real monsters
A writer’s journey (part four) – editing all the time
Writing never stops and neither does editing. I’ve found that I almost enjoy editing a piece more than writing one. At the end of the day, I like to say, “Look how much this piece has grown! It has more character developments and details. It also flows more since I took out the first three … Continue reading A writer’s journey (part four) – editing all the time
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