Entry 15: Essence

Essence You don’t notice me, but I am here, light sketch lines of a hard pencil against a busy backdrop. You don’t hear me, my voice […]

Week 3: The Debate

Bile churns into nausea, flooding my stomach I feel untethered and ill, at the idea that His squinty eyes, and that god awful orange hair would represent US […]

Week 2: The Meeting

The Meeting My jaw juts forward, mouth closed, with fire breath inflating my nostrils   My eyes, unblinking, bounce from one talking head to the next, […]