“The Liar” – a poem for Jamie Croom.

You were a tailor, wearing suits of crafted tales, woven lies, snug and warm, of the finest filigree, no less. You were a magician, pulling stories from your breast, blooming blossoms of perfumed petals, to hide the rabbit in your hat. You were a performer, contorting and reshaping before my eyes, a languid, flexible figure,…

Real Happiness

I feel like I’ve undergone a massive transformation. The last few years have been a period of constant evolution, going from a young adult to a grown woman in a rapid span of time. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve hurt people. I’ve hurt myself. It’s been a learning experience for me, and for…

A Visit to Hollywood Studios

Now that I work as a writer (well, part time, at least), I realize that I take far less time each week to work on my creative pursuits. I’m spending anywhere from an hour to three hours per day writing web content, health and tech articles, and social media blurbs for The Daily Buzz, but…