Rhyme Time

You push rewind? I hit erase. The chagrin involved, ain’t worth the taste. You are the moon? Well, I’m the sun. This earth has moved, your night is done. Forget me not? Gotta notice first. Your scribbles on paper? Guess I’ve seen worse. Stick to your craft, I’ll stick to mine. At least we know,…

Alone.

bodies bumping, pressed together by brutal cold, sardines flapping in a tin can. fingers flying, faces illuminated in the LED glow of a screen. hot breath, fogging the windows, as we try to warm the chill between us. so close together yet always alone. ____________________________ Thanks for reading, ~ Victoria Elizabeth

Here’s to a Beautiful New Year!

Months of self-doubt, self-hate, and self-destruction culminated in a total catharsis for me this summer. I spent the first half of 2014 thinking I wanted something different –something greater– than what I had, and I nearly risked everything to achieve an “independence” I thought I needed for validation of my worth. What I nearly did,…

Emerge Literary Journal: “Some Days”

My narrative poem, “Some Days,” has officially been published in the print anthology produced by Emerge Literary Journal The Editor-in-Chief, Ariana D. Den Bleyker, nominated me for the 2015 Pushcart for this particular poem, so it’s very near and dear to my heart. You can purchase your own copy of the Winter 2014 (Issue 9)…