To an Empty Room

it has become all bones by now:a map of venous inkbloated into ribbons,the emptiness of each letterbleached, and for what reasonbut to return to its brethrenboth dissolving into the pavement almost gone.yet somehow always there where does it go? the smell of death and water:a reminder of youthwhen autumn was still a surprise, and the [...]

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Little Moments

She didn’t tell me that the lights would go off, that All will come to an end. I didn’t know That the music will sound bitter one morning,That the leaves will fall from all the trees,And that the smiles will usually beUnhappy. She didn’t tell me.I found my old friend again:A chill from the inside, [...]

Figurative Language

Figurative language Is difficult to figure out Yet our subconscious mind revels in it. As a kid I never skated over a frozen pond Never experienced the glee and terror Never lost all feeling in my toes as I stood A few fragile inches away from death. Yet I know exactly how that feels. I [...]

The Power of Objects

I am surrounded by memories. The subway ticket from Chicago, mint tins, piles of books, my rock and beach glass collection, small wooden turtles from Mexico, and notes on the walls that remind me of events that have long passed and math equations I no longer need are all reminders of my past. They are [...]

The Bird that Flies Freely

I decided to venture out of my hiding place tonight. I think I just ran out of air to breathe. Or maybe my mind is trying to save me: one last nudge out of its suffocating cage before it completely decides to give up on me. But I know my brain won’t quit. The human [...]

My Magical Universe

When I was a little girl, magic followed me around everywhere. She would not let go, clinging on to me, finding a way to seep into my young mind. I welcomed her like I would an old friend, letting her plant the seeds of imagination. The seeds that would then grow into an entire world, [...]

Who is this “Kat” anyway?

As many of you have probably noticed, I offer very little information about who I am as a person beyond my writing on this blog. I sometimes wonder what mental image the people who read my blog have constructed of me with the help of my strange thoughts and ramblings. A shapeless, amorphous conglomeration under [...]

The Blur of My Life

Back then, The days of summer never ended A full year, it seemed, would pass Before the big yellow school bus Would round the corner again To take me away again Back then, Each day was a new adventure One long hour stretched into the next Leaving me time to think about my existence Look [...]