Pretty, Fleeting and Wild

In high school, when I was desperately depressed and fiercely opposed to romance, I decorated these rain boots.  I painted anchors and birdcages and covered them in quotes from Sylvia Plath and Edna St. Vincent Millay.  I was obsessed with symbolism at the time.  I copied out the quote from Breakfast at Tiffany’s about loving […]

Sick Days

Friday was a government holiday; since I work for the government during the week (and all day on Fridays) I was looking forward to the paid vacation.  I had the weekend off of my weekend job, and lots of plans for my three obligation-free days.  Unfortunately, I’ve been in a haze of sickness since Wednesday- […]

Suicide City

When I am seventeen I live in the suicide state.  More people kill themselves here than anywhere else- or so I’ve heard.  It may be a rumor, but there’s substantial evidence to reinforce and validate the claim.  The hallways of my high school are lined with yearbook pictures of the kids who have killed themselves.  […]

Insomniac Poetry

Dear Allie, I’m writing a hilariously terrible poem in which the northeastern waves (the tide’s violent rejoinder) are a metaphor for how alone I (the frothy, floating foam) feel as the sole insomniac in this home.  I’m probably going to drop out of school to become a poet.  I’m really good at it.  That’s a […]