the sound of my dad’s guitar playing his favorite chords the typing of my mom’s fingers going through family records the smell of the...

it’s the little things they always say like how you listen more than you ever have before or how you stopped opening my car door like how...

I cant remember the last photo i took maybe it was a mountain maybe my niece maybe myself maybe you looking away no matter what it was...

We're here through thick and thin like letting me borrow a bobby pin, or confessions in Denny's at 3 am. Y'all always spoil me with...

A little mixed feelings a lot of good cries. But maybe together we won't compromise over past mistakes and broken promise. Like when I...

falling with force fast and altogether landing lightly in a pile of air what's the different between my work and snow why are you here no...

Seventy seven days until graduation. Snow keeps falling and research projects are piling up. Lots of questions about what's to come and...

Research papers over centuries of history and decades of techinque. All I do is critique. All this terminology from global movements, and...

Welcome to the last semester of my undergraduate degree. It's going to be a painful one. But here we are on the second week of classes...

Your phone calls are memorable like the mirror hall. But the missing spark had no chance to really start. Chit chat at dinner and laughs...

Bit by bit I start to remember all the tings that made me loose it. But the benefit of snapping like a stick is that you don't need a...

grey skies and soft songs wishing of rivers and rome grey eyes and soft kisses wishing of slopes and Christmas great guys and soft...

The past few weeks have been insane with exams, moving apartments, and Thanksgiving. I love my new place. It gives me another taste of...

I thought I was invincible and unattached to the wants of the rest of the world. So I played a few games and broke a few hearts to prove...

I registered for a class then danced around my room my pillows piled in one corner and I felt like a foreigner in my own valley full of...

a little bit of comfort food a few laughs to go around waiting until the vibe is stewed waiting until it all crashes down Goldie ran...

peace is a hard thing to find balance between all the noise I need a quiet mind to forget all the boys. an open mind is hard to find...

With my humid curly hair walking around the state fair looking for a reason to run away sitting under this big oak's shade I'll belong to...

Without a care for tomorrow I kissed you back uncertain of where it would go but knowing there's no end since we're best friends. I've...