FAQ from an Alpha Female
Is my stomach too big, Or my butt too small? Is my skin too flawed, Or am I too tall? Are they shaking their heads When I wear a short dress? And when I rock sweats, Do they think I’m a mess? Where is he looking? At my …
Why I Write
Why do I write? Sometimes I glance around the room and I see all the people. I imagine what a map of their paths to this exact spot today would look like. And what if it was a timed map, one that Apple created with its newest piece of must-have …
My God
I have felt the soul-stirring. I have heard from God’s lips. He is more than tradition, More than a fading script. I have known Holy Fire. I have tasted His hope. He is more than a story, More than a trope I have watched His True Power. I have seen …
Song for Truth
I look to you, O first writer of history and tomorrows. In all your glorious mystery and transparency. Watching your movements, woven like a tapestry of chokhmah. Like twirling stitches in the cloth of your plan. I gaze at you, the only steady One in this earthquake world. Give me …
Why I’m No Longer a Minimalist
If you know me, then you know that for quite some time, I have called myself a minimalist. I’ve been into decluttering for most of my highschool years and even went to see The Minimalists, the “founders” of the movement, speak. But I’ve been thinking more deeply lately. I have …
Goodbye for Now
Hello everyone! This is just a short letter to let you know that I will not be regularly posting on Authenticus for a few months. I am getting started on college applications, and have a lot of essays to write. I will also be beginning to write a historical fiction …
Mountain Man
Rough, imposing rocks rise around me. I sit in an upright position, my leg pinned underneath me by the cold edges of two unforgiving pieces of rubble. My hands are gripping the sides of a human-sized rock directly in front of me. Every muscle in my arms is tense and …
I Am Not Afraid
You say you do not believe. That is a lie. You pick up clawed hands and bloodshot eyes, planting those things in your fertile brain. Because all you have is yourself. And your soul’s tendons are too weak to crush the darkness. I am no different than you. …
Small
Perhaps nature is far too vast to know. Some say we’re destined for potted plants. Maybe we can’t scale the Sierras. We’re doomed to communion with ants. But they don’t know that ants can heft boulders, And plants when they’re watered will grow Into pines, that inspire all around …
Soup For Kennedy
The bacon strips glow with a rosy hue, interrupted by flecks of light. As she peeled them apart, they made a sticky sound, like they knew what was coming and didn’t want to let go of the past. Despite their resistance, she tossed each piece onto the grill without the …