My city

You're an inextinguishable memory,
The description of twilight
You're a cloudy day,
Fog refusing to ease
You're a lonely walk among many
Green-tea long deserved
You're the discovery of self-respect
And the first few inklings of friendship
You're mistaken sexuality
And clothing pegs abandoned in alleyways

You're kindness,
You're cruel,
You're mine.

                       - Sara xo

Life/selfie

Point one: Life has been busy lately, I'm working four days a week and juggling my writing around that. When I'm at home I'm mostly reading or writing, there are TV shows I'd like to see but when you're trying to balance everything, TV time tends to be the one that suffers. Add a social life and family time to that and you have less hours in the day than you originally counted. But it's probably for the best. I'm finding that getting up early, before the day really starts can be the key to squeezing in writing time. You'd be surprised how much it makes you want to get up in the morning!

Point two: Selfie time! I normally don't post photos of myself on the blog, but does anyone even know what I look like?! This one's from my graduation a few months back.

Published fiction

Dear my dear followers,

If you're reading this blog, you may just be somebody who first stumbled upon it around the time I used to publish lots of poetry up here, or maybe even when I first introduced my bucket list. Anyway, I thought that you might just like to know that my short story, "Neither Happy nor Sad" is going to be published by the online literary magazine DeltonaHowl. How exciting! I'm very grateful to the editors for believing in my work enough to share it with the world.

Anyway, I guess that's about it for now.

Hope you're all doing well :)

Sara xo

Braille

A blind man
Defines comfort
Not by letters written in Braille

But by the softness of his companions fur
Every single hair
Informing him that he's there
And that he'll be there
Until comfort from his memory
Never becomes rare

Wonder

The crunch of an apple,
A hint of a sigh
They wonder longingly
About days gone by

Instinct

My instinct cried wolf,
And I ignored him.
Their instinct cried bite,
So today is grim

Street-lamps

Twinkling street-lamps
Are gently woken by twilight,
The early evening's sky
Afraid of the night