The Push & Pull of Writing

How can I consider myself a writer when I haven’t written in a while? When I’m having trouble picking up a pen (in reality, my laptop) and weaving words together in a way that is simply coherent? I honestly struggle with feeling insecure about embracing the label of being a writer. It’s one of the reasons whyContinue reading “The Push & Pull of Writing”

Unspoken Words | Poem

I long for your presence. My feet guide me to you with ease, anxious and wanting. Your eyes are closed Breathing in and out, lips moving Whispering praises of God. I sit and watch I wish that you’d beckon me to sit beside you. My arms yearn to wrap themselves around your worn shoulders. FinallyContinue reading “Unspoken Words | Poem”

Warda | Short Story

Warda entered the dimly lit room and smiled, her teeth gleamed, and crinkles formed at the corners of her eyes. She wandered the perimeter of the small home. It wasn’t much, but it was all she’d ever known. She skipped towards the center and jumped, softly landing on the middle of the intricately detailed carpetContinue reading “Warda | Short Story”