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I am in a relationship for the first time in nearly 5 years. I’ve spent most of my adult life casually dating; enjoying the single life and sampling from the menu. The dates were fun, and the people were interesting, but I never felt that “spark” that people talk about when they date. I could…
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My dad told me that my paintings remind him of Van Gogh. My dad knows nothing about art, and Van Gogh is probably the only artist he knows. I am also his youngest daughter, so paternal pride likely plays a role in his praise. I know all this, and yet the compliment made me happy,…
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I almost impulse bought a house. I never thought that would be a sentence I would say, but here we are. It started several weeks ago when I became curious about a house for sale in my neighborhood. What started as casual curiosity rapidly spiraled into an obsession. I stated checking local listings several times…
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My novels have been languishing in my drive for years. Everything has been carefully laid out on the page. I know my characters and my setting like the back of my hand. I know their every wish, their every move, and motivation. I have outlined every plot point from beginning to end. But I still…
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I grew kinder as I grew older. Though everyone said that I would grow cold, I felt warmth take root in my soul, When I decided that I wouldn’t be sold On the idea that what was done to me Was simply the way of the world.
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How are you still alive and breathingWhen you haunt me as I’m dreaming?No contact since our indefinite separation,I expected to hear news on occasion.Now I wonder if we existed at all. Should I feel distressed or relievedThat we’ve become nothing more than a memory?Only digital records kept in social media posts,Red-eyed photos and half-forgotten jokes,Serve…
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Houses germinate like weeds, Popping up- unwanted- in the fields. The overgrowth has altered the landscape. I dig through the new branches to find the routes- Roots to anchor the present to the soil of the past. The old dirt road has been paved. A thick layer of tar to smother memory lane. I glided…
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Once, there was only the Golden Sun and Silver Moon in the great black sky. The constant Sun loved the ever-changing Moon, and the Moon returned the Sun’s love.For many thousands of years, they were content with only one another, until a time came that they wished to grow their love even greater. “If we…
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I’ve been reading my childhood diary on TikTok. I’ve been keeping journals since I was 11 years old, so I have a lot to share. It stated as a laugh, an accompaniment to to my storytimes and a way to poke fun at the dramatic recollections of a child. But, the fact of the matter is…
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I’m overrun with possibilities of what I could do, where I could go, and who I could be. Instead of making a choice- I freeze. So I can be all of these things and none of them, all at once.
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Bringing Mae Flowers 