I stand alone swaying to lively Dixieland jazz. A cornet and trombone fall into beautiful harmony while my hands find comfort selecting a...

Tonight, I went to the movie theater alone to watch a movie my mom recommended to me from 500 miles away. I wish we had seen it together....

On Valentine's Day serving at a restaurant I saw women with full plates left behind, with burgers missing three bites after an hour, with...

Why do I feel prettier when I cry? Maybe because emotion and feeling it deeply is beautiful. The rosy complexion and messy mascara,...

Being in your twenties is sitting in your first adult apartment with shitty wall décor and $5 wine. It’s either panic or great change and...

After our bodies became one, skin and bone meshed together, gnashing like our words comparing favorite fictional characters and musical...

He tells me he sees a future with me. I hold the world in my arms and the stars at my feet; he’s hungry for more, waiting for another...

I grew up watching The Bachelor with my mom, with many other American housewives. We’d curl up on deflated couches and she’d stand in...

“it’s MY body.” i want to scream, but my mouth— rife with political trauma and defeated cries— is shut, voice muffled, heart heavy. do...

There was a certain calmness within the water. The shadowy pool was helping him mask his secret, water engulfing the energy lurking...

In my friend's eyes I can see stars of pain masked by going to bars. She used to write music and sing songs to crushes that owed her...

I found myself falling in love with the way words fell out of your mouth. The way you slipped your feet into boots, focusing on the floor...

How you choose to leave always says more; like goodbye waves and words pack up a past, saying goodbye can open or close a door. A hug...

Hair too short to pull far Bangs too long to brush out of eyes Makes for heavy communication Under the weight of a burning mind Halo...

Show me once more how it feels to fly Show me you fail at pretending to try You watch my fickle face as your lies come alive I watch my...

Wearing white dress, dressed in Sunday’s best, trying hard to trick the one you once tried to impress. Back to friends now and forever,...

Wilting, bruised like a broken heart, weak pink petals fall into a pit of what could have been. What– with more water, care, care, and...

In my poetry writing class today, after analyzing Amanda Gorman's beautiful poem from a couple days ago, our teacher assigned us to write...

mind racing all the time clock it winds i’m losing kind towards myself i tear apart my beating heart i’m losing fine surely slipping...

Teardrops they slide Where feelings hide In heart, soul, mind Are you afraid to find? Gone with last night Your smile-painted face Gone...