Escape.

feet strike pavement, echoes of a path I used to take. running from you, or toward? both are the same mistake. why do the cracks in the concrete make me crave the scratching tickle of your kiss? escape I’m free of this illusion but you’re the lie I hate to miss. Thanks for reading, Victoria…

Bloom

I paused to take this photo on my morning walk with the puppies. No filter, no editing: just nature at its most pure and beautiful. Enjoy. Victoria Elizabeth

Great, Big World

It’s easy to get wrapped up in the day to day of life. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Rinse, repeat. But now and then, we get a reminder that there is more than just this…

Publications 23 & 24!

I’m very excited to announce that the 10th volume of The Aviator, Full Sail’s literary magazine, has come out! You can download a copy here! (Please note: it’s an application, so you will need to disable your pop-up blocker) I’m very fortunate to have both a short story (The Blue Schwinn, pg 28) and an…