Personal Essay

5:55

Those who run are not justly named human; we are creatures of flight, as the slight bound of toe to churned rubber or pavement or comfortably loose cinder lasts far less than a worldly second. We are primitive, though our instincts may be attuned to more modern signals of the “fight or flight” response: stress, …

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Poetry

Kintsugi

You saw me cracked, a soft-colored thing, thin walls. You sought to spackle my wounds with fool’s gold, covering the holes with weak beauty, without substance. You made quickly with your cheap labor, coating over spaces but not filling between, and your gold looked good for Everyone. Maintenance wasn’t what you signed up for. I …

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Poetry

Bodies, Worshipped

I gave my sermon through my hands, circling my thumbs in hymnal repetition, every moment of resistance between our skin an outcry from the congregation of nerves, the need to be closer to that they worship. Our bodies have been temples for unsure followers. They stumbled through the doors in an effort to find faith, …

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Poetry

On Vulnerability

To err on the side of vulnerability alone does not give way to infiltration. To open yourself to the world and give it your truth is human; we were not built to barricade and bolster walls. In vulnerability, there is strength. In shielding one’s soul, there is weakness. Fear. In order for the darkness of …

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Personal Essay

Why I Write

Finding my “passion” was held heavy upon my back throughout the years of my teen-hood. As I climbed and clambered through new experiences, I was begging my soul to reach out to something—anything—and grab hold of it with no intention of ever letting go. I constantly thought back to the ever-changing dream careers my child …

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