On the rare mornings I feel too much, my heart slams itself against my trachea and the world nestles hard on my esophagus. It is not unlike a hummingbird flinging itself against a still, sharp, rain-washed window. On the rare mornings I feel too much, my breathing collapses upon itself, repeatedly, like someone squeezing my... Continue Reading →
What Really Happens in a Psych Ward…
A possible scene for my novel about a girl who gets institutionalized 4 days before she graduates college
Sometimes It Doesn’t Work
Don’t let the midnight swallow you whole and make you forget how beautiful the sunrise is.
A Poetic Response to My Friend’s Deconversion from Christianity or “Dear Phoenix Queen”
“Dear Phoenix Queen,” a poem written by Dylan Whittler. Copyright 2020.
The Pastor’s Daughter
The wooden figurine of Christ nailed to the cross hangs right behind my dad’s pulpit and always gives me the creeps. Maybe because it’s a constant reminder of my sin and worthlessness apart from Christ, which on other days would give me hope, but not today. Today, the cross mocks me. Maybe it’s the condemnation... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 