It’s been a while. Things are different since I last found myself typing words for the purpose of publishing them here. Time passed. A whole world changed. The funny thing about time is that it can morph our interpretations of bizarre situations into ones of normalcy. Mankind’s new routine is as humdrum as before coronavirus’ […]
Author: Karlie
Paradise Apocalypse
Chaos swirls like an invisible current around us. Weather no longer sits on the throne of the small-talk kingdom. Coronavirus passes between ears with far more frequency. Forget last night’s bout of thunder, did you hear how many people died in New York? Nervous speculation replaces the default cheeriness of midwestern life. No end in […]
Four Walls
A speck of dust got caught in Man’s lung and made a home there. This half-alive thing then made itself over and over and over again. No thoughts were spared for the environment in which it chose to exploit. Not until the volume reached capacity, overwhelming and destroying the once verdant fields there. Tissues rotted […]
Why Am I So Obsessed With Coronavirus?
A thought refuses to leave the forefront of my mind. Its color filters my perception of everything. Taints my interaction with my environment. I cannot see past it– yearn to consume more content relating to it. Info on a simple but contagious disease. My mind preoccupies itself with coronavirus. Though fear remains far removed from […]
Twenty Minutes
I attended a Writer’s Coalition in the Big Apple last week. After a relentless pursuit of the New York City writing community, I landed myself a spot in this pretty library on 79th street. Writers of every sort sat huddled around four tables pushed together. The proctor was an artsy type with big eyes and […]
Phone Call
You are a broken thing, patched together by your own two hands. The work is makeshift and haphazard but it’s honest. Though those pieces may not fit in perfect tandem, the way they connect to create the shape of you is lovely. Not of a straight line but of a path awkwardly traveled. Pieces fell […]
Letting it Go
I remember I was 19 years old and looking at myself in the mirror. Staring at the girl that stared back. Hating everything I saw there. My face. Way too round and puffy. Where were the angles of cheekbones, the sharp jawline, I wondered. My eyes. Too small, too dewy and exhausted-looking. I hated that […]
Flight Paths
Humanity’s great stories use the recurring motif of destiny as plot’s major driver. The main characters start as young and green to their surroundings. They are struck by divine purpose meant to push them towards realizing their true calling. These protagonists become heroes because they fulfill missions assigned to them. Harry Potter, The Odyssey, Lord […]
Omaha
When I was young, the thought of change scared me to death. Nightmares of moving out of my childhood home robbed me of sleep. My heart broke when friends were forced to move away. I wept tears over the transfer of our old refrigerator from the kitchen to the basement. Change was not my friend. […]
Decay
There exists a shift from feeling like you’re going to live forever to one where seconds begin slipping like water through the gaps in your fingers. Securing a grip on the time we have is an impossible feat. Yet we are good at lying to ourselves. We reassure our mortal bodies that forever is real, […]
