Vampire Vocab

I think Mommy took yesterday’s post differently than it was meant. Denise is like Buffy: when she leaves the Hell-mouth goes crazy active, by no fault of Willow’s or Xander’s or Angel’s. It just happens. So here’s a haiku: No tampons are thrown No pea soup, no spinning heads Everything is sane.

I wrote this poem because I realized that, however ept Mommy may be, Denise tempers our insanity to seem less insane, if that makes any sense. So, here’s a haiku: When Denise is gone The world is much crazier. We need sanity!

I was going to write a story. It was a really good premise. I remember being so excited to write it! But every time I got online to write it, I decided “I’ll do it tomorrow” and then commenced to whine about physics. So, I had decided: “Tonight, tonight I’m going to write it for [...]

Let me explain something. My school is huge. Around 4000 total students in all. We are diverse. We are varied. We are a community where there is something for everyone, at least a few people who care about what you do, believe in what you do. Everyone has a passion, and everyone has someone with [...]

The air is cooling and crisp. Soon the leaves will turn and fall. Despite the onset of winter, I can’t help the fact that my heart lifts at the smell of autumn: falling leaves and loam and the glorious death of summer in every sunset. Autumn lifts my heart even as everything around it begins [...]

It is coming. We all know it. In feet turned to ice, in the sudden need to actually use a blanket. It is coming. Last week, the shores of the lake were a mass of bared skin and garish swimsuits, the air was smoky with grills wheezing and thick with the laughter of those soaking [...]

My teacher wants us to write a poem. Not hard. She wants it to be about the negative effects of racial prejudice on our lives. Harder. I just don’t notice things like that. But doable. She wants us to write it in the style of a specific poem. Same format. Same number of lines. Same [...]

If I could show you my love I would bake you a cake. I would sing a love song. I would capture the wind. I would tame the ocean. I would leave my fears behind. I would dream big. I would be a poet. If I could tell you my love, I would tell you [...]

Sometimes stories start in my mind with a plot, or a concept. Sometimes they start with a character. But sometimes, my least favorite times, in fact, they start with a conversation, or a monologue. These are my least favorite times because trying to build around them is so hard. When they spring to mind, they [...]

It’s August. I can hardly believe it’s August. It felt like the summer would go on forever, sun- and sweat-drenched days stretching on into eternity, late sunsets and dragonflies kissing the sky forever. But school starts soon. And the days are growing shorter. The smells of grilling hot dogs and toasted marshmallow are growing to [...]