NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 30: “five years.”

I celebrate 5 years with my lover and the time feels surreal, still. A tumultuous couple of years was enough for us to understand that ‘no matter what’ are empty words until you have buckled under the weight of such a promise. It was the first time we didn’t think the...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 28: “untitled.”

I want to be disappointed, but I am not surprised — and for that alone I am disappointed. Feeling let down by my own inability to finish something when it’s due, when it’s something I wanted for myself, not for anyone else. My brain screams for words to put on paper....

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 27: “three a.m.”

I’ve found that I am ill-prepared for tragedy—whether big or small. My brain stops functioning and my throat seizes up and all my frail body could do is call someone—anyone—to tell me what to do. I’ve found that I am useless and panicked and overcome with ferocious...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 26: “the long-lost roommate. (fiction)”

The girl I once loved fled our dorm room in the dead of night with nothing but a golden harmonica and a film camera around her neck. I went through months of interrogations from the police until they decided this case was just of another young dreamer who’s yet to...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 25: “thanksgiving. (fiction)”

It was difficult to have an underground cannibal as your father, and even more difficult to digest the stuffed barber that was laid across our dinner table all because he had trimmed my father’s beard a centimeter too short.