Uncommon Beauty  • 

“What does it mean to be a woman? What does it mean to be a woman, when I don’t fit…

Unimpressive • 

Grass. The smell of freshly mown grass came through her nostrils, filling her throat with a cold, scratching feeling that…

The Ballad of the first snow • 

Amongst the freezing late night’s hour. Under the lantern’s sour light. I sensed a calm, tranquilling sight, that like a…

Disarray • 

They called me mad. Proclaimed insane who’ve lost his head For untamed sweetness that’s in band Along with tender of…

Third Culture Kid: Valentine’s Day Edition • 

“But isn’t it the common lot of all mortals? Our sole consolation, before being laid to rest, is to have…

Love is in The Air: Salty Cookies Before Bed Might Lead You to Your Soulmate • 

“The night I looked at you I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I can…