Out of the Blue

**What follows is a revised edition of Out of the Blue, my second piece as part of the staff of Catharsis. While I am no longer on the staff (boy, that was stupid, but I guess I needed the free time, anyway) I did submit the story to other literary magazines. Stork, a literary magazine […]

Saving Up Parachute Strings, Version 3.0

** The only changes from 2.0 have been that I condensed the fourth stanza – though I worry it still doesn’t make as much sense as I want it to, and I tightened up the fifth stanza, changing many of the line breaks** I was raised to choose my battles, but instead I fought every […]

Saving Up Parachute Strings, Version 2.0

**I feel like stanzas four and five still need a lot of work, and that they’re not quite crafted to the expectations of what I’m trying to achieve with this poem. I’m obsessing over this piece, though, so it’ll get fixed. In the meantime, feel free to edit/nitpick/comment/query where you see fit. All criticism is […]

Saving Up Parachute Strings

Once upon the loves of the past, I had a fighting spirit. My naive self with its young will held on for us, always; I was raised to choose my battles, but instead I fought every single one. I thought I knew that never letting go meant true love. Now, I sit all alone on […]

Restructured Love

I recently came across the concept of the theatrics of sex, brought on as a whispering sentence in a prose piece of a new friend. She seems so much like me, this mirror image of a girl, with feelings and words and careers like mine. I do not know yet. So I study this concept. […]

Out of the Blue

**This was written for the catharsis, for the December 2011 theme of “Color”** I followed you to Bolivia; you’d become someone else and I had to watch what you would do with this strange, new self. We’d been living in the same apartment for months and months, but recently, we’d been spending our lives in […]