Moments as quick as shoulder shrugs. The hurt, something longer—like a hug. The bad, the awful, cuts deep, but my gosh does it make for amazing inspiration. In my memoirContinue readingPain-Full
Ghost Writer
I finished Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book a few days ago, and, simply, I think it was an effective exploration of death. Gaiman tells the story of a young boyContinue readingGhost Writer
Emotion, in pieces
I am flawed, this is a given; but when it comes to my emotions I wear my heart on my three-quarter length sleeve. If I’m embarrassed, my face reddens toContinue readingEmotion, in pieces
Death and Pom-poms…or A Very Serious Poem About Cheerleading
Another poem from my past. Go. Poetry. Go, go, go poetry. Death and Pom-poms by Alexa L., written November 3, 2008 She hate, hate, hated me more than chirping blondesContinue readingDeath and Pom-poms…or A Very Serious Poem About Cheerleading