Her Soliloquy
Food for the Soul
Food is medicine. My mantra is, eat ninety percent for your body, and ten percent for your soul. Eating for your body means nutritious, whole foods (think vegetables, fruits, proteins, etc). Eating for your soul means food that warms you on the inside, that gives you a sense of comfort, peace, and most importantly, happiness. On the days when I need that kind of comfort, these are the recipes I turn to. Whether it be in a moment of solitude, a snug night in with a good friend, or surrounded by family, I hope these dishes warm your soul as much as they do mine.
Featured Pieces
The Anthology
The Shadow
Awaiting my order, I looked up from my phone, temporarily distracted by a girl who had just come into the store. With short blond hair and stargirl bangs, she was quite pretty. However, what truly caught my attention was her top—it was a fitted, babydoll blouse, with...
Smashing Pomegranates
Smashing Pomegranates life is like a betting game; the cards you play are yours to blame. cut them high, and you're in luck spin them low, your hand is stuck a dance of fate and false control the end is nigh, the joker's null the stakes are high, the...
Tiger in the Sea
A lone man, shrouded in darkness, limps down an abandoned shoreline, his breath hindered and face plaster-white. A cold wind rolls in from the sea, and he turns his face towards the water. Then he sees it; at first, he thinks it a trick of the light, but upon a second...
The Fallen Angel
Author's Note: This excerpt is from a larger piece that I hope to turn into a book one day. As a little snippet, this piece serves as a teaser to the entire story at hand. It introduces us to the two main characters—Mercy, and the angel—as well as the premise of the...
For Ophelia
There once was a maiden Unhindered and pure A willow that danced With an angel’s allure Yet for all of her beauty And fairness and light Ophelia wandered The darkest of nights She swam with a madman Through current and dune Til’ one day, her...
Pearl Diver
Remember. Please, I only ask for this. Let me remember. Blue. Above her, the long night rolls forth, a deep, tempest blue. In a pool of moonlight, smooth and soft as silk, she stands, perched upon the edge of a shoddy wooden dock, her face tilted to the cool...