Ramen

TW: Suicide mention, violence, gore, wrist cutting                 It was nighttime when we made plans to return to Portland, the place that almost killed me. The dark hung around me and pressed down on my spine, attempting to drag me back to that place where it all truly…

Hawthorne

WIP of a recent nonfiction piece.   Hawthorne.   It was mid-afternoon, beneath the blazing Portland sun, when I saw the Hawthorne Bridge. Our PE class was moving swiftly through the city, ensuring we got back to the school on time, but I felt my legs turn to lead as…