Click-clack-click, click-clack-click, are the sounds of the keyboards' keys beneath my fingertips as I type out this writing log. Ah yes, we're in the world of digitally typed up manuscripts, roughly written down notes, and the inconsistent savior we call auto-correct. The simplicity of typing gives us such ease that we almost forget how nostalgic... Continue Reading →
Writing is an art. As Lakoff and Johnson state in Metaphors We Live By, life, in general, is a concept. It's a concept that we cannot understand because it is not obvious (Lakoff). However, it's up to us on how we choose to live that concept. Sure, it's easy to dissect and evaluate your own life,... Continue Reading →
15-20 seconds of April 24, 2015
Yet, another poem. That's a little bit more personal than the last.
A poem.
This short story is about one of the best nights of my life. If you're interested in meeting a band or if you're a concert junkie, this is where you should look!
This poem was an assignment for my Creative Writing class. The assignment was to lead with part of a poem and create your own poem out of it.. I chose a poem out of Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur.
This was for my creative writing class and my first attempt at a non-rhyming poem since the beginning of 2013. Don't judge it too harshly please. 🙂
Blue and green eyes are always watching. I see them peeking through the eyelashes of a tired soul. Is it school making her this sleepy? What's troubling her? She's always looking at me with blank stares as she tap-tap-taps the keys attached to the second half of my body. Well, there she goes again. Looking... Continue Reading →
It was a very long night when my momma, Lylah decided to give birth to 5 beautiful baby kittens. On April 24th, the girl human got home from work at almost 11 0'clock at night and my momma was settled into her little box in the back of the closet. Meowing. Groaning. Whining. By the time... Continue Reading →
Keeping Up With a Skillings 