I’ve been volunteering at DMCW for 9 months now and when you’re a staff volunteer, you see the same people come through every week. First, you get to know names and faces. Then you learn things like how Stanley takes …
Tag: writing
Waves
Shout out to Kanye West and Rob Bell, who inspired the following content with their individual creative genius. This is for all the people out there who currently find themselves in a season of life where they just can’t catch …
Skorts + Sno cones
I came across this picture today (thankfully social media didn’t exist when I was in middle school, so pretty much none of that experience was documented like it is for people now) and I just want to be this girl …
Just give me a candy heart.
Her armor is thin. She knows how this ends: the delicate ones bend. Oh God, thicken her skin when its arrows they send. She’s boarding up the door. She knows how this ends: trusting and expecting unearths the worst. Oh …
Longing pt. 1
I long to share and break bread. For rectangular tables with rows of strangers-turned-friends. To hear the sound of forks scraping on plates and inebriated laughter hovering in the air. For the day’s worries to dim like the light and …
Record
The day was so full of words that carried weight. That dripped like that candle wax, hot and slow. That lingered like those billows of incense, permeating and veiling. Reminders that finite is a description of life. Of time. Sentences strung together …
National Poetry Day
My morning pages are kind of sprinkled with poems. Well, I think they’re poems. I won’t claim to know anything about poetry. But I signed up for a membership and a workshop at the Scottish Poetry Library this week. Because …
Bits & Pieces
“You’re not,” he said. “But I used to be,” I protested. He looked at me intensely and unafraid saying, “Yeah, but you’re not. Not anymore. You’re not.” I felt my chest tighten. Little waves rising in my eyes. I stood up …
Juvie Jamz
It’s time for another Juvie Jam. Untitled When I was a boy I was raised in the trap Never wanted a toy unless it resembled a gat Me and my little brother was skinny ‘cuz we were barely eatin’ We …
Good Girl
I’m sitting on my therapist’s couch, clenching wads of damp, mascara covered kleenax in my fist. I’m a crier. If you get me alone and talking about anything remotely emotional, the tears just flood in. It’s uncontrollable. I don’t even …
