{a play in three acts} act i {the resurrection} sometimes (all the time), i think i was a witch in a past life. (joan of arc, maybe. or morgan le fay. or[…]
Category: Hope
The Truth of Magic–Polished Critical
For some, magic lies in the shadows–it is, afterall, awfully easy to hide one’s flaws in the absence of light, because, for some, light means truth. Light shows what is, instead of what might be;[…]
the women that we are
The following poem was my response to the Nazi Germany Seminar that Ziyana and I did. It was an emulation of sorts to the poem ‘The Jews That We Are” by Richard Michelson. i.) this[…]
Daisies on a Thursday
he gave me daisies on a thursday. they smelled oddly like snow– fresh and cold and a little sad. maybe that’s why they’re my favourite. i clutched them to my chest for the remainder of[…]
The Dance of the Tangled Woman
Polished personal. The impact significant events have on an individual’s ability to determine their own destiny. In response to Wilmer Mills’ ‘The Tent Delivery Woman’s Ride‘ When an individual feels inadequate in light of what[…]
A Pipe Dream
I would like to preface this by saying that, when it comes to literature and plays (as well as a whole array of other things in life), I am ridiculously particular about what I do[…]
Ophelia: The Girl Who Drowned
Honour and certainty are the two pivotal components of an individual’s identity; certainty for the sake of knowing who one truly is, and honour for the sake of being proud of the identity that one[…]
The Art of Obedience
“I shall obey, my lord.” – Ophelia (I.iii.623) Ophelia. The lovely and virtuous maiden, wearing innocence and obedience like flowers in her hair—that’s you, is it not? You, sweet beauty, were named after the flower[…]
Flores Para los Muertos
in my story i am blanche and he is allan but maybe in his he isn’t […]
Collateral Damage
Author’s note: This is the poem I used for my Portrait of Me presentation. This is also a poem that I wrote and posted on my personal blog at the beginning of July following a very[…]