Poetry

Higher—A Story About Playgrounds

I remember you used to push
me
on the swingset
higher higher higher
so high I could see the
rose garden down the pretty path
I’d laugh and scream and you’d push
me
far too hard
but I wasn’t worried about falling
because you would’ve caught me,
I thought
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Withdrawal (from a person)

withdrawal from a person
is different from a
drug—it is the
scratch of a rusty
house key with the message
“bitch” in
pretty red letters but you’ve gotta
turn the key, sweetie, so
what’s left
for me to
unlock?
what’s left for me to
scratch up?
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Tip of My Tongue—a story of repression and remembrance

Every single thing I’ve ever known is just barely stuck at the tip of my tongue
Three years of shoving a body’s worst tragedy
Into the dusty boxes at the back of a cobwebbed cluttered room
Can do that to a person’s mind
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How to Ride a Bike—And Other Things my Father Taught Me

1) Fearing someone is a necessary part of loving them. The sooner you accept this, the sooner you will find someone who will tolerate loving you.

2) Never rely on anyone for comfort. The person who wipes away your tears can just as easily be the person who causes them.

3) Food is a weapon.

4) Hands are weapons.

5) Your own vulnerability will be used against you as a weapon.

6) These weapons will be used to harm you until you don’t know the meaning of the word “weapon” anymore. They will be used to harm you, repeatedly, even after an apology. Apologies can not be trusted. As such, weapons should be avoided at all costs.

7) Pain is sometimes a necessary punishment for bad behavior. If there’s no one around to hurt you for what you’ve done, then you must hurt yourself.

8) How to ride a bike.

9) How to recognize the constellations.

10) How to build whole worlds with just your words.

11) The person who taught you these things deserves all of your trust.

12) The person who deserves all of your trust will violate it again and again. And you will give it to them again and again anyways.
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Memoirs of a Guardian Angel goes live!

Hi all!

Memoirs has gone up for purchase on the amazon ebook store. If you’d like to check it out, you can do so here. I’ll be the first to say it isn’t a masterpiece, however I would still greatly appreciate if you’d check out the sample and reblog this post. There will be promotional days where the book will be available at a discounted price (maybe even for free!) that I’ll post about here when the time comes. If you’re interested in reading it for free in exchange for leaving a review, just shoot me an email and we’ll talk!

There’s a short sample that you can view, and I’ll also be posting a special excerpt on here sometime within the next few days.

Memoirs of a Guardian Angel can be purchased here for $2.99 and is available on all Kindle devices as well as all devices with the Kindle app. If you are interested in purchasing in a country besides the US, just leave a comment and I’ll give you the link, or search “Memoirs of a Guardian Angel” in the Amazon store and look for Sophia Hudson. Thanks!

Stay Tuned for February

At the end of February/end of March, I WILL BE PUBLISHING A BOOK.

Well, self-publishing. On the amazon ebook store.

It’s a book of poetry that’s probably gonna be anywhere between 60-100 pages long. I’ll tell you guys more about it as I start to really solidify the story (oh, yeah, it’s a book of narrative poetry, by the way). There’s gonna be like a big cover reveal and everything. It’s for my sophomore project this year and I’m suuuuuuper fuckin excited.

I’m looking for people who’d like to read it and give reviews when the time comes!! I’d prefer that you pay for the book because having people pay you for stories is SO COOL, but it’s not like the goal of this endeavor is to make money and there could very well be people who can’t pay, so I could just as easily send you a copy for free on google docs in exchange for a review. Additionally, if there’s anyone who would like to give pre-publishing feedback/edits, that would be totally fantastic too. Leave a comment or shoot me an email if you’re interested !!

Happy MLK day ❤

The Boy and the Butterfly

There was once a little boy.
When he was in the third grade, he
held a butterfly on the palm of his hand. He
watched the way the light glinted off its wings.
He watched with delight how the colors would sing
their sweet songs into the blue, blue sky.

But the other boys didn’t like the butterfly.
When they saw the light in the boy’s eyes, they
pushed at him and pulled on his hair. They
called him names and said he was acting like a girl.
Because these boys, they felt that they had the world
held firmly in the grips of their fists.
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