Flash Poetry: “Glass Castle”

You never know how A glass castle will crumble Until the last rock flung Finally flies right through The closed window Some pieces are massive Made from the grinding sands Of time Other pieces are so small, So infinitesimal that there's no chance that They'll ever be redeemed. This castle can't be put back together... Continue Reading →

The Psychology of Hair.

Today's post is going a little off the beaten path: it's not about writing! Instead, it's about being a person, and the identity we attach to various aspects of ourselves. You might be thinking, "Whoaaaa there," in your best McCree voice, "where did this come from?" Lemme explain. Since I was fourteen years old, I... Continue Reading →

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