RoyalHighness

A delightful, supposed-to-be humorous example of my inability to interact with the male species.

A feeble attempt at the classical, and, yes, the subject is a real person.

In which a girl with, like, a million names, comes to grips with the death of a friend.

A short verse on a beloved memory. Enjoy at your own risk.

I experience synesthesia on the daily, but it's not as serious as it sounds, I promise.

A short piece I wrote during a mild spasm of self-doubt.

A tribute to my friend in honor of the one-year anniversary of his death.

I am a quest.

A poem for a person about to begin.

I've been accepted to a university and I'm terrified. Enjoy.

A tribute to the fallen journalists in Paris.

If you turn it on its side, it looks like rain drops bouncing up and down.

You know the smell.

Big things come...

A response to a teacher who is human.

For lack of a better title.

A feeble attempt at some metaphysical poetry.

There are tiny earthquakes in my hands.

A giant metaphor.

A sequel to Lather.

A metaphorical eulogy.

A longer, darker third edition to this strange series.

In which I expose my obsession with the tree metaphor.

In which fire yet again becomes a metaphor. Aren't I original?

in which nothing can be said

I haven't been the same.

In which I turn my last relationship into a pretentious metaphor.

In which a word is reclaimed.

In which a store-bought plant sees the sun for the first time, but we all know it's a metaphor.

a poetic short narrative about a lake in the middle of the old city

in which there is a reckoning