That Place Between Sleep and Awake: That Place Where You Remember Dreaming

Between Sleeps

  • sunbeams and a shitshow

    I haven’t written much recently and I think it’s because I am grade-A ~stressed~.  Don’t tell Chris that I have not a single page of the new chapter for my thesis and I still haven’t submitted my grad school applications.  I fell asleep on the couch last night in protest of the work I intended…

  • impermanence

    Fall down on your knees Hear the whisper through the trees No one’s come to save you. I’ve only ever cried to one song, and it was only once.  I think I was twelve, definitely not older, but probably younger.  It wasn’t the first time I’d heard it, but perhaps the first time I’d actually…

  • Not a Writer.

    I’ve never considered myself a writer.  I have always relied on outside validation to indicate such.  A professor suggested a creative writing course after I turned in a final paper in which I could not bear to write another literary analysis of some books I hadn’t really read that closely turned out to be a…