Happy Phoenix

Hi people, I will be taking a break for like a week after this post. Causes include: vacation + burnout. Bye. — Happy phoenix, a falling star above the city, crash landing to a skyscraper. An impromptu rooftop nest, the absolute best for gasping out her last breaths. A falling star sputtering, feathers of flameContinue reading “Happy Phoenix”

Where the Sky Meets the Sea

I hope you enjoy this experiment! I made a song on Garage Band on an iPad (so a super simple software), and I wanted to share it:) If you want more details about the meaning of this song and how I made it, check out this post on Buy Me a Coffee! I wrote lyricsContinue reading “Where the Sky Meets the Sea”

Fidget up a rainstorm

Fidget up a rainstorm like in elementary school when they taught about the water cycle– the sun heats a pond, makes the water drops so excited that they fidget up into the sky, join a cumulus clique, until they get sick with dancing in the club and precipitate from the party. — I’m too anxiousContinue reading “Fidget up a rainstorm”

Moon Musing

It’s weird, how we talk about the moon. We say it’s “first quarter” when half the circle is full of light. Then when it’s totally full of light, we say it’s a “full moon.” Why do we have this contradiction? If we say half is actually quarter, why don’t we also say that full isContinue reading “Moon Musing”

Trash Bag in the Trees

Trash bag in the trees, rustling in the breeze tissue to the sneeze of the greenest of the leaves. — “Get me out!” The trash bag will announce, “I can’t stand another ounce of this travesty.” But, unable to flee, the trash bag will flounce about uselessly, witnessing the beech tree’s teeniest sprouts growing upContinue reading “Trash Bag in the Trees”

Can you hear the violence?

Yes, I stole this line from a Lorde song. No, this poem has nothing to do with “The Louvre.” — thunder bones by midnight, I can be a cannon too; however tired and styrofoamed in silence I sit, my ribs beat for violence. I can wake the sleeping suburbs with my scream rip up theirContinue reading “Can you hear the violence?”

Chekhov’s Gun: How I figured out a backwards concept

The basic principle of Chekhov’s gun: if you show a gun hanging above a fireplace in the first act, it sure better get used by the conclusion of the story. It’s a clear illustration of foreshadowing, and using all elements of a story for a precise purpose, and not giving false promises to the reader.Continue reading “Chekhov’s Gun: How I figured out a backwards concept”

Marvel is Coming for my Brand (help)

(not serious) I wrote a story featuring a main character in a Dissociative Identity Disorder system. Just a few months later, Disney+ came out with Moon Knight, an MCU tv show with a character who has Dissociative Identity Disorder. And for something as rarely exposed/talked about as DID, that’s kinda weird, don’t you think? StartingContinue reading “Marvel is Coming for my Brand (help)”

Catharsis in the Violence

Catharsis in the violence, Or solace, I guess. Like, my heart’s breaking But it’s vaguely okay Because the world’s breaking too. — And I know, it’s terrible of me To relate to strangers fleeing for their lives, It’s terrible of me To take solace In sickness, destruction From the ease of my laptop screen, ButContinue reading “Catharsis in the Violence”

What Inspires You?

I wanted to write an article about how I find inspiration for my novels and stories. But inspiration’s a mysterious, hard-to-bottle feeling; I can’t just write “5 tips to inspire yourself” because that’s like “5 tips to bottle the sunrise.” A single, bottled moment can’t contain the whole process, can’t hold all the reasons whyContinue reading “What Inspires You?”