Renegades

To infinity and beyond

I used to wear this plastic crown as a child, playing make believe. I had no idea that fate is a mystery, love ends, and I used to think that if I squished my eyes shut just hard enough, I would sprout wings and fly off the edge of the earth.

Vulnerability

I genuinely hope everyone takes the time to read this piece. More than any other I’ve ever posted.

Papa’s House

Papa’s house always smelled of pancake batter. Pancakes and orange and vanilla musk from his aftershave. The warm haze of the stove’s steam left me an eager five-year-old, awaiting the sound of the spatula’s spin and the sizzle of butter and cooking oil. Nothing else could beat the privilege he always gave me of topping each pancake with six chocolate chips. In all of his cooking perfection, he always managed to maintain the texture of the chocolate, so that the chips would melt on my tongue rather than in the cushion of pan-heated batter.

Find Yourself

Look for yourself in window reflections and broken glass, when you crawl through the cities and scratch your nails against cobblestones. Hunger to know yourself inwardly and outwardly. Rise like a phoenix and sprout wings of fire. Rage against the moon, and see the world through eyes of rose and topaz.

The Sky

Last night I witnessed a pocket watch sky. With every passing headlight, the hands of time led me back to childhood. Clouds of cotton candy swirls. Sticks of spun sugar that my lips longed to taste. Bonbon stars and a confectionary moon.