a thousand stories live in my mind
characters wandering through the membranes
enacting their live
parallel to one another
filling my mind with words and voices
and I’d much rather live with them,
moving inside,
than face the world around me



we’ve become consumed with living our lives
that we forget to wonder
we forget to marvel at the fact
that we built this society from the earth
from the rubble and remains of the
“less than” and “inferior”

but look at her chest rise and fall
filling with warm air
and we are alive
we are breathing
a simple action and we exist
but why is that no longer something to marvel about
to celebrate?

why is that no longer enough?

Tumblr writing challenge

I was tagged on Tumblr for a writing challenge. I enjoyed it, so I thought I’d share it here. 

The rules: go to page 7 of your WIP (work in progress), go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.

My fingers itched, longing to check my messages.
“I’m going to met up with some people. Smoke a joint. Want to come?”
Livia used the word addiction, but it wasn’t that. I just felt at home here, in this world.
“Earth to Kara. I swear, you’re going to burn a hole in your computer.”

Try the challenge for yourself and see what comes up!  

30 Seconds

Do you ever have those moments where you just lean back and wonder how you got here?

Some days I feel like I have the world at my fingertips. But other days, I feel like I’m stuck in a pattern and this is it. There’s nothing else. I’m sure you can guess which day I’m having. And it’s easier to settle into those patterns because the weight of pessimism sits heavier on the shoulders.

So instead of talking about change, or trying to feel the potential, maybe it’s time to make a change. Go back to school. Move somewhere different. Find the place I belong, the place I feel content.

Someone once told me that it just takes 30 seconds of insane bravery to make a change. Just close your eyes, push that button, send that email. 30 seconds.

So what would you do with your 30 seconds?


a tiny seed is planted
buried down to the root
at the base of a dying willow
the rain beat down
as green pushed through the earth
of this cruel world

against the grain

I force my soul to tug
against the grain
pulling the knife down
against the grain
leaving shreds
scattered on the floor

Blogging 101

I have trouble getting started with something. As a writer, I keep a creative journal, trying to make myself write a little each day.

I love starting a new journal. Those crisp, white, clean page, a blank canvas ready to be covered with words. I look at those pictures of smash-books and think “I want something like that.”

Then I write the first word and it looks like shit….

Where do I go from there? Obviously, I start a new journal. A fresh start. You see, I have trouble making it past that first page.

I looked back at my blog the other day and wanted to do the same thing. I wanted to start over, start fresh. Maybe it will be better the fourth time around.

But this is me not starting over. My once-new journal is now smeared in words I don’t like and the organization flew out the window fifteen pages back.

In life, it’s so easy to look back at what’s happened and want a fresh start. But each day, we just keep moving forward. That’s all we can do. So let’s move forward.

Welcome to a new year on the same old, musty blog!


waiting in anticipation

hands quake

hearts tremble

minds wander

as the awaited moment

almost there

almost arrives



eight minutes and the clock strikes down
slowly moving
with the beating of my heavy heart


what are words
i’ve forgotten the meaning
the feeling
of words
floating through my mind

instead the words
they spill out of my ears
landing on the page
spreading out
in madness