Unfortunately, the statement in the YouTube thumbnail is not clickbait. I filmed this review days ago and the emotions are still fresh. Heart of the Sun Warrior is not without its problems, which we will explore further in the video. However, it is the mark of great literature and world building that allows one toContinue reading “Book Review: The Heart of the Sun Warrior by Sue Lynn Tan”
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Purple Hibiscus: The Importance of Telling Diverse Stories
In today’s book review, we dive into Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie! We’ll explore social issues, corrupt politics, and religious extremism in this tale of a teenage girl in Nigeria and her family that still strikes a chord nearly two decades later!
Affirmations and Asking Ourselves Uncomfortable Questions
Here’s a prompt for us today. What would I do if I loved myself? Now, this is a great question for general productivity. A person who loved themselves would tend to their needs to the best of their ability and circumstance. However, the whole journey into asking ourself this question (and others like it) mayContinue reading “Affirmations and Asking Ourselves Uncomfortable Questions”
Scribbles: A Poem
As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated! I wanted to play with some calligraphy on this one, especially before my free trial to a new font app expires! 🙃
Faux Dairy: A Poem of Sorts
Today I write to you from that oft-mentioned space, between anywhere and nowhere. It’s that liminal territory that exists somewhere on a fly’s wing. Lucky us, that fly just landed on Atlas’s bicep. We have plenty of space to camp out! We hope the night will visit us with mundane “normal dreams.” The love ofContinue reading “Faux Dairy: A Poem of Sorts”
A Love Letter, Unsent
I tend to experience very high highs and very low lows. So on days like today, when I am even keeled and everything‘s fine, I ask myself what brings me here. Perhaps it’s the thought of us wading in tall grass, barefoot and blossoming with the lilies. Me grabbing your hand as the sky dimsContinue reading “A Love Letter, Unsent”
Good Times, Baby!
And it was a love like Pink Moscato in a cracked wine glass.So sweet and bubbly,So busy rising that I didn’t feel the cutsOr didn’t care,Not sure what’s worse.And anyway, what about the good times??The hysterical haze of possibility,When you took me in your arms and I felt secureBut enlivened by a closeness to danger.HarnessedContinue reading “Good Times, Baby!”
The Intruder
You’d think it was strange,My calculated coolnessAs barbed wire snaked up my legs and thighs,I grinned as the steely stiletto dug in.Quiet rejoicing beneath the singular sting of needles!Because it felt like justice.But for who? Did I protest when it all got too loud?Did I struggle against that invisible titanAs he seized my throatAnd stoleContinue reading “The Intruder”
Citrus (A Poem)
The line went dead a long time ago. Disassociation central, and it shouldn’t scare you anymore. God knows I’m passed the point of worry. As I’ve always said, there is something beautiful in death, it’s poetic or sublime. Somewhere along the way his soul froze, buried in piles of snow. But look how it glistensContinue reading “Citrus (A Poem)”
The Many Legends of Wisteria Fields
Rosalie starts her journey along the dirt path with all the adrenaline of a rabbit being chased by a fox. She knows better than to take her time in the Wisteria Fields forest at night. The wind exhales an icy breath along her neck and Rosalie pauses. She glances at the bare trees that lookContinue reading “The Many Legends of Wisteria Fields”
A Sneaking Rage
I lay on the splintering wood. Weezer’s “California Kids” rattles through the back of my mind like a muddled memory. The smell of freshly-cut grass fills the air…Remember your breathing!… No need to be angry. Nothing is wrong. Still, the rage pools in the center of my brow, its acid dripping down to my lipsContinue reading “A Sneaking Rage”
The Fighter
I mean this as a challenge. Because today I am ready to fight you. You who has kicked me, bludgeoned me, and torn me to shreds with a sigh of boredom as you do it. You may have pushed me to the ground, flattened me into the earth, until that familiar metallic taste flooded myContinue reading “The Fighter”
Hidden Jules 