ideas come often, yet they have no where to go.

“but i must admit i miss you quite terribly. the world is too quiet without you nearby. i go to bed early and rise late and feel as if i have hardly slept at all.”

In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.

An ode to my poetic incompetence. This collection consists of five poems and one short story, Aquarium Friday.

you are a tidal wave and she is constantly out of reach.

❝and yet i pretend not to know why your image is painted in my eyes.❞ poetry #216 [© afterwords 2015]

"that's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones." a series of (short) stories in which people never get their way.

“I’ll see you again, right?” “No, I don’t think so.” ➸ ➸ Brie is tired of being alone. She wants to be half of the couple who makes people sick with how cute and adorable they are. She assigns her sister in law to set her up with men she thinks are good for her and Brie just knows that she’s going to find the perfect guy for her. [EXTENDED DESCRIPTION INSIDE] © 2014 eighteenandover

Aubrey and Dan are just ordinary citizens of Seattle, wandering around living their life. But so are Jasmine and Greer. Jason is too - and Sam. They are all children of this Earth, and somehow their lives are intertwined, and as these ordinary individuals go about their ordinary lives, they start to realise how unordinary it actually is. (This is a short story) (COMPLETED)

if nothing else works, call your mom. poetry #9