the return, the realization

Last week, I made my return to Malibu. For the first time in four hundred and thirty three days, my feet traversed the tile floors of LAX, my eyes scanned the glittering ocean lining the Pacific Coast Highway, my hands sifted coarse, warm Malibu sand through their fingertips, feeling it fall featherlight back into its… Continue reading the return, the realization

an ophelia complex at a college party

Flit and flutter, Hyperactive butterflies smack wing against wing, Forming gashes in their dainty pennons. Crash and fold, Pit and patter. I tug at the hem of my dress, Press layers of satin between skin. Waterboarding knocking on the depths of my insides Seems to ply out memory splinters from my organs, But maybe it… Continue reading an ophelia complex at a college party

i got 2 homes

When I'm in Malibu, I desperately miss Charleston. I miss big things and little things and all sized things that fit somewhere in between. I miss my mother's touch and the carnations my father buys me each time he makes a trip to the grocery store that he clips and places in my favorite yellow… Continue reading i got 2 homes