Happy Birthday, Benjamin.

In my school, we are putting on a production of The Yellow Boat, a play based off of the true story of Benjamin Saar told through his eyes of his journey with Hemophilia. He is an extremely creative young boy and shows his story through artwork. I am so incredibly thankful to be a part of this…

Moon//Stars//Sun

We used to be like the stars and the moon; constantly together, always to be found in one another’s arms. You shone delicately as you rose each evening into the inky night sky and I followed. I looked so tiny, so minuscule compared to you, but you assured me otherwise. You were there for me…

Diners

The first time I saw him, he was digging ketchup out of a bottle with a knife. He was in his worn Rolling Stones tee and his crimson bandana held back his mop of crimson curls. He had his sleeves rolled up so I was able to see his intricate tattoos, trailing along is forearm….

On A Bench

We had spent the afternoon in a cafe on the Rue Saint-Jacques, a spring afternoon just like any other. The monarchs were dancing delicately around us to the beat of the wind’s song. This was always our favorite place to go whenever we could. He loved seeing the sweet, elderly couples walk by, joking how…

Room 214

My shoes squeak and echo on the slick floors as I feel my eyes moisten. The air is filled with an overwhelming scent of sanitizer and other various chemicals used to clean, but that somehow makes the air feel filthier. The chairs are comfortable at first, as I feel relieved to have a place to rest,…

Yellow

You make me feel yellow. Your eyes reflect sunlight and the rays dive into my lungs, creating light where there is none. Each time we touch, each time our hands graze, I swear a monarch is born. Your laugh creates a sound in the wind and I hear the canaries whistle back every note, as if…

Playlist For “We Were Liars”

One of my favorite books is “We Were Liars” (I have written and raved about this marvelous book multiple times). I thought I might combine two of my favorite things; literature and music. I created a playlist with songs I thought fight the novel and provided a sentence or two as to why I chose…

Distance

If we were drinking coffee right now, you’d probably be sitting across from me, watching me lip sync all of my favorite songs. If we were drinking coffee right now, you’d probably get up and make tea instead. If we were drinking coffee right now, I’d get lost in the freckles lining your cheeks as…

Missing Me And Parts Of You: An Epistolary Short Story

“Carter. It’s Tuesday. Three days since you left. It’s been 72 hours of anguish. I’m laying awake at approximately 3:15 A.M., the same time you first told me you loved me. We were sitting on my roof, the part that extends from my bedroom window, the oak tree’s canopy draped over us, creating our own…