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Ikranay

'How will I know if he chooses me?' 'He will try to kill you.' --from "Avatar"

The Good Girl

"Life's too short...Everyone's fighting a hard battle, so be kind." --Ryan Barry

The Roses

What lies in the secret garden could grow forever or die alone.

Our Lorca, Who Art in Heaven

Perhaps you can't escape what you were born to do...or suffer to.

On Chasing the Switchblade (Bird)

A slam poem that's semi-factual about my experiences with Los Cerritos Wetlands Stewards in Long Beach

Writing with My (Lewis) Black Boyfriend

It just doesn't stop! Who's got it worse? The novelist or the comedian-non-fiction writer?

A Date with Lewis Black

If Lewis Black and I went on a date...

Why I "Like" Like Lewis Black

Nope, it's not a joke; I'm crushing on a comedian old enough to be my father.

Pinocchio's Dead

Uh-oh.

Heavenly One

If you love anyone, no matter who or what, it must be a love that is passionate and worth giving everything up for.

Things to Say When Hit on By a Creepy Guy

Title says it all.

The Difference Between Twenty-Two and Seventeen

If I met my 17-year-old self while writing "Can't Fight the Moonlight"

February 14th

This is my first serious attempt at slam poetry.

Deep in the Dark, You'll Surrender Your Heart

“…so Renee, I think lavender really does your skin justice. Yeah…and if we get you just the right amount of flowers, you’ll look just like a goddess!” “Are you just saying that because that’s what our costumes look like?” Renee smoot..

Miakoda

Marian lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. Meditation didn’t help her. She knew that she threw the dust too hard. Well of course she messed up. Humanity. And she totally forgot to not throw it that hard. Or throw too much. She had never had to sneak out of the theater before..

Moonlight

Marian fingered the bag of dust in her purse. Today was the day, to say the least. Today, she thought, today will I end the trouble. Randall will still have Ann and they’ll get married, and James will realize what a fool he’s been and take Renee back. Jack shall have Jill, naught..

Preparing the Herbs

Marian walked through the door of her neighbor’s house. The door was always unlocked on Thursday, and the smell of the sweet and spicy herbs filled the house. Marian tucked her crucifix into her shirt. She never denied being a Christian- but she wasn’t about to announce that in t..

The Stage Is Set

Marian laid sprawled across the stage, the lights shining down on her. Ah, yes. The stage. Born (well, might as well have been at least) and raised onstage. Acting was a healthy vent for her whenever she was full of energy or anger. Singing was a way to release the power and strength of her ..

Can't Fight the Moonlight

I'm gonna take so much s**t for this story...I thought of it when I was 15, and finished it when I was 17. But I still think it's sweet. It's my own little take on Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Don't sue.

Illegitimate Child

Condemn me all you want. I'm a moron, idiot, dumbass...and a woman who loves a man she can never have.

The Published Poet

Semi-factual poem about one of my professors.

If You See What I See

Seeing him through my eyes.

My Obituary

I wrote this when I still had a crush on Chris Kirkpatrick from *NSYNC. I still think it's funny.

The Reluctant Doctor

I don't want you to need me. I want you to want me.

The Beam in His Eye

"You hypocrite, remove the wooden beam from your eye first; then you will see clearly to remove the splinter from your brother's eye." Matthew 6:5

100 Things I Want to do in My Lifetime

Not a story...just things I'd like to do while I'm here on earth.

Harmonizing

Listening to David Archuleta (again) and Brandy, about something that is finally happening to me.

The Language of the World

I'm figuring out what Coehlo said...and finally seeing it in my life. <3

Wine

I need to stop listening to love songs so late at night. And I guess my 15-year-old self had good ideas, as this is what it's based off of.

This is What I Want to Say

Letting my heart get the best of me. Again.

Sonnet 130--Translated

Another skeleton in my poetic closet.

JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!

A 20th Century Modernist up against a 21st Century Transcendentalist with a Poetry Boot Camp Team. God help us all.

Dante's Cove Goes to Jerry Springer!

If there's anything that can convince me that I need a hobby, this is it.

Driving in Torrance at 9 PM

I wrote this for my English 476 class. I really hope it doesn't suck because I was trying to emulate Philip Levine.

Destroy Me with One Word

Describing the scene from "Dante's Cove" and my reactions that made me become a fan.

Prose in Poetry Class

I had a stroke of inspiration in my 385 class one day.

Liking Somebody

Wisdom from my 17-year-old self.

Revenge of the Nerds 2009

Won't be long, mark my words, the time has come for revenge of the nerds.

Eponine

My hopeless romantic is showing again.

All the Things I'll Never Hear

...Aptly named.

Jocund

Another weak attempt at poetry while still doing something I know how to do: blending misleading fiction with transcending truth

Loving a Dream

This sucks.

The Military's Pro-Life Policy

If you can't stand behind our gay and lesbian soldiers, you better stand in front of them.

The Sign

Yet another side story to my Bridesmaid series...how Angela and Barry came to be living together (story between "Snowing in December" and "Coffee")

New Life

Yet another one of my older pieces from early college

You Know Who I Am

One of my older pieces from my early years of college.

Running on Empty

Eat when it's time to eat, sleep when it's time to sleep, and love...always.

Masquerade

Sometimes what you want is right next to you.

Forty Steps

The hardest step to take in achieving your dreams is the first one.

Pygmalion's Love (tentative title)

Excerpt from the story formerly known as "Desert and Ocean"