Sunrise

//circa February 2015 The clouds looked like ash against the pre-sunrise sky. Two restless souls stirred in their respective twin sized beds, separated by a great divide, both wary of the preceding night and all of its humanistic highs and lows. This strange, beautiful view is what Fernando, as he likes to be called, gets…

Crows

/written circa May 2015 Donish sent her a text earlier in the day, asking her if she would care to join him in basking in the sunlight and making artwork. The quirky text makes her stomach a little upset, so she chooses to grace his inquiry with silence. Her unsettled stomach comes from fear at…

Sporadically Calculated: four

Holly let her mind daydream about climbing up a hill in Golden Gate park and writing up there, but the August, San Franciscan afternoon was too chilly and windy, and when she did decide to take some sort of adventure around the city, the underground tunnel for MUNI was closed, and she was forced to…

Shooting Star

//circa March 2016 A comet is flying, shooting past in the sky headed towards a planet. Rocks floating by keep hitting the comet, but it continues to speed towards its impending destruction. The farmer, with his parched lips and muddy shoes, heads inside his home after a long day of tending to the fields. He…

Sporadically Calculated: three

Holly’s eyes opened at ten. Too late to go the 10:00am yoga class, she lingered for an hour and half on various interruptions of social media, and at half past eleven, she decided to take a slow-paced, leisurely stroll downtown to a familiar studio: wooden floors, and large glass windows. Her muscles woke up slowly…

Sporadically Calculated: two

The short book’s ending was not happy. Is that how all stories of forbidden love end? In tragedy and longing? Holly walked back to her apartment and considered the concept of selling her bike, placing Smart’s book amongst the few others she brought along for her final year of being an undergraduate. All the websites…

Sporadically Calculated: one

The ease into morning was slow, quiet, deliberate: intention backed every action, but nothing was calculated. Instead, every movement was a surprise, new, exciting, yet all somewhat familiar. The same type of newness and excitement that defined all yesterday: the familiarity of moving into a new home, meeting a new roommate, bidding a father adieu…