Creative Writing

My Fall Girl

//circa January 2014 Despite my soda stained T-shirt and swaying walk, I'm fine: only a couple shots tonight. It's 2:41 a.m. and I'm looking for her. Those brown eyes, I get lost in them every time I look. She is fall, and that's what I did. I fell for her. Her hair is the autumn… Continue reading My Fall Girl

Creative Writing, Poetry

Ocean View

//circa March 2015   There was a view of the Ocean from the Third story workroom.   Candice and Jerome Weren’t allowed up there By request of their father. They respected him enough To oblige the simple request,   But their minds Could not help from wondering; As children do.   Their father was Kind,… Continue reading Ocean View

Creative Writing, Personal

Sporadically Calculated: five

The next day, Holly’s friend Jonah, who she met almost a year ago in a junior transfer, and was one of the most hilariously entertaining people she knew, traveled over an hour to Berkeley, all the way from Fremont, just so the two could catch up. Holly could tell Jonah about him, and her summer,… Continue reading Sporadically Calculated: five

Creative Writing, Personal, Poetry

The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)

The smell of citrus A distracted mind, Thoughts of warmth, Fears of excess, A real illusion, Easily stripped away.   The smell of citrus, On her hands, In her hair, Washed away the scent Of other, Innocently accumulated, Yet cursed with assumptions, Longing, hushed glances, Radio silence.   The smell of citrus She wished he… Continue reading The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)