Category: Personal Essay

  • Pen. Paper. Self.

    Pen. Paper. Self.

    Me. The pen. The humbling acceptance of the blank page. The most performative thing about writing with pen/pencil and paper are the ink smudges caught inside the deepening lines of your hand, the growing callous inside your middle finger. 

  • I am not mellowing

    I am not mellowing. I was told I would. I would grow more conservative, I would forgive and forget. Or that if I did not do as it was decreed- soften, bend more here and there, become more quiet- I would be bitter. And I believed them. Don’t let the bitter get me. Surely it […]

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