creative nonfiction Writing

Morning Egg

It’s still early enough And I need to get the juices flowing My fingers and hands stay remarkable still, though I’m an anxious mess each morning The execution is so key to the end result The first, loud click is heard throughout my apartment. Then the next Before I know it, I’m looking at a […]


Sour Daze

I melt right down to sticky glaze thinking those sweet cherubs had to be consoled of me. Seeing those faces in the yearbooks past, I wonder if I’ve done my job well enough. Old friends I’ve tormented tell me it made them stronger — made the smiles afterward longer lasting. Over the years, these dear […]