A letter to Nina

Nina, My grief for you sounds like Modest Mouse with a bit of Tame Impala thrown in. I need melancholy melodies and passively sad lyrics to get me through this drive. The tempo can’t be too fast — that feels like trying to force a shoe on the wrong foot. It also can’t be tooContinue reading “A letter to Nina”

Heart of Glass

“If it’s something serious, then hit me up, but until then the door is shut, forget my room.” —The Story So Far What hurts the most? Was it being so close? Never knowing what could have been? The fact that this mediocre band penned an even more mediocre tune that became my class song, evenContinue reading “Heart of Glass”

Dark Blue

“At Cavanaugh Park where I used to think that this life would be good, and I would do things that I thought that I should.” — Something Corporate What is wrong with me?     It’s something I’ve asked myself, my boyfriends, Taco Bell cashiers, coworkers, friends and family more times than anyone could everContinue reading “Dark Blue”

Visitor’s Badge

“I never wanted to make you go. You might be a stranger now, but I just wanted to let you know that I meant what I said.” — Turnover The night before Thanksgiving, I scanned the room with a lightweight rum and coke lens. It was one of the first moments to myself when IContinue reading “Visitor’s Badge”

The Jordan Morris Project

Editor’s Note: I used an old picture of Jordan because that’s how I remember him: happy, confident and goofy. In between stories, I scroll through Facebook to make sure I’m not missing any major news going on in Washington County or Hagerstown. Ice filled my veins as a post from an old high school friendContinue reading “The Jordan Morris Project”

Cult-er of the Altar

“Wherever you go, go with all your heart worn out and broken in like hand me downs.” –Transit “Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday but I realized some bigger dreams of mine.” — Taylor Swift A couple weekends ago, I went to a wedding of one of my oldest friends. TheContinue reading “Cult-er of the Altar”

I carry you with me

“Looking towards the future, we were begging for the past. Well, we knew we had the good things, but those never seemed to last.” — Modest Mouse   A few nights ago, I found myself in a familiar position. It was summer. I was sitting on a porch watching the moon rise. I was cryingContinue reading “I carry you with me”