Avocados Outlived by the fruit flies hovering as it ripens. Watermelon A field of drums-- born from sun and soil. Strawberries Hearts rolled in sugar to mask the bitterness inside. Tomato Thin skin somehow keeps the red from spilling out.
We are born in litters of hundreds, taken home in loving manicured hands. These polish-tipped mothers situate us together criss-cross applesauce. We are just like our mothers, different colors, shapes, and sizes. We are strong like them-- rarely breaking, always bending. Sometimes we are lost, and like them we spend time alone. We are always … Continue reading Bobby Pins
All of the following are writings/musings/prompt work/scribbles straight out of my poetry workshop journal. These are unedited, rough, messy, and sometimes dumb. I just thought you all would like a glimpse into how my brain works when I don't have the luxury of the backspace key. I've tried to recreate the whole page for you, … Continue reading Workshop Scraps