Sugar and spice and everything nice. Snips and snails and puppy dog tails. It's nice to know what you're made of. I'd like to know. I am desperate to draw you up a map of myself: all dotted lines to buried treasure and warnings of krakens and all of it. I am swells and dragons … Continue reading on becoming a sea monster
FEELINGS
of monday morning to-go bagels
It is a deal I have made time and time again: Hey. (whispers Someone in my head; I do not know if they are angelic or demonic in nature we contain damn multitudes after all) "What?" I ask, groggy with sleep and stomach already aching with nerves. It is, after all, a day of fresh, … Continue reading of monday morning to-go bagels
fly
This piece was originally written and performed for Write Club Atlanta on May 13, 2020. I am thinking a lot lately about The E.T. Adventure at Universal Studios Florida. Partly because I am always thinking at least a little bit about The E.T. Adventure at Universal Studios Florida, but also because… well, it’s nice to … Continue reading fly
nerd-in-place
I am becoming pretty good friends with my bed. When a) I lived with just one other person (whom I was dating) and b) we were able to go places, my bed was really just where I slept. It was the place in the house that I MOST SHARED, so it wasn't really a space … Continue reading nerd-in-place
ask not what your star wars can do for you
Hey Star Wars, It's me, again. It's Dani. So, I feel like I've been kind of a jerk to you for the past couple of months, and I'm here to make peace. The night that I saw Rise of Skywalker... it was in the middle of one of the most complicated weeks of my life to date. … Continue reading ask not what your star wars can do for you
the validation monster
CW: Self-hatred. This one was hard. Go with caution, my friend. I do not feel like anything today. I feel like I am floating just outside of my body. I am struggling to recognize anything about myself, because who ever was I? I am struggling to recognize these blue-grey eyes, always nearly aching from some … Continue reading the validation monster
bi, bi, non-bi: the april b-side
(I am lucky enough to have a monthly segment with The Come Up Show Atl. It's called "bi, bi, non-bi," and is basically a check-in of where I'm at in my bipolar, bisexual (?!), non-binary adventures. What follows is the piece I didn't read at April's show. Thanks for being here.) Hey! I made you … Continue reading bi, bi, non-bi: the april b-side
of anger
CW: Mentions of abuse and trauma. I am angry today. I am angry at everything, I think, but if you'll allow me to be more specific: I am angry at how cold my hands are, I'm angry at how lame my Spotify Daily Mixes are today, I am angry at you, I'm angry that I … Continue reading of anger
just a little california dreaming
For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, Except we must tarry here a little while longer, mustn't we? My darlings. Tell me where you're going next, and Next, please. (Tell me something, anything. You're still out there, right?) next, I am going to go outside, … Continue reading just a little california dreaming
but seriously, who will stop the rain (but the asia song this time)
What do you miss? I miss less than I expected, and I hesitate to characterize this thought as "comforting," but also... I am learning about myself. Learning that, here at nearly 31, I hardly know anything, really. For example, I do not miss waiting on the bus in the rain, do not miss being splattered … Continue reading but seriously, who will stop the rain (but the asia song this time)
i am bored, so i’m going to pick a literary fight with my college self
What follows is something I found lurking in my Documents folder. (I'm so bored, guys.) It was saved on August 8, 2010, and is entitled, "A Foreward That May Never Be Read." JOKE'S ON YOU, ASSHOLE, I'M READING IT, AND I'M PUTTING IT ON THE INTERNET. Here we go: Who the heck writes a memoir … Continue reading i am bored, so i’m going to pick a literary fight with my college self
depression, just… not the time, okay?
Missing me one place, search another; I stop somewhere, waiting for you. Gods, FUCK. THIS. (Did you know that you were looking for me? I did not know that I was looking for you.) Team, I had a vision for today. To be fair, it's a glorious April afternoon. I'm sure many of us had a plan, … Continue reading depression, just… not the time, okay?
