A mammoth vision of deep espresso stain, she towered, undisturbed, and pensive as an overflowing well of knowledge. Four deep shelves heavily laden with bodies, thick and thin, a forest of corpses; rigid bones in dust jackets. Mysterious symbolisms that communicate the concepts, beliefs, opinions, and imaginative powers of the human race—her contents suggested the [...]
This was another assignment written for my creative writing class this semester. It was written while focusing on sound devices in poetry.
Taking a creative writing course this semester, this week one of our prompts was to write a poem based on two contrasting paint colors—I immediately knew which colors I wanted to use, so here is After the Rain...
An impossible convergence of the tidy and the disheveled, I sit in an almost ironically retro office chair from the 70s—I don’t want to admit it, but this hideous faded tiger-orange cushion-covered chair that I scavenged from the transfer site has grown on me.