The sunsets are woven into the sand – wait for me where the coast is wet with dusk. Sunlight retreating gleefully across the surface will tell you that I am…
Author: Ali Sorenson
May I Have Your Attention?
You call yourself aware, and yet, you see none other than yourself – Highlighted in yellow ink and circled with a marker: Important! If could be any truth laced into…
legacy
if i cannot be a story told, see in me a waste of years for what is there in life if nothing of you remains when it has ended? there…
Observer
He didn’t have the heart for devotion, but she was a sight to behold. She exuded a fine, white light that startled one’s eyes and pierced through any lingering shadow,…
Roots
You are born with stars in your eyes. You brim with possibility, raw and unbridled; you are energy, unrestrained by the world and its divisions. As you are, you are…
Monument
The month of March is upon you again. You reach your palms towards the blinding glare of the sun, and wonder how a monument so grave could’ve washed up so…
A Year to Remember
The heavy silence is pierced by the loud ticking of the clock. Tick, tick, tick. From across the room, you hear the quiet rustling of pages as drafts from the…
Flame
You are like flame. You burn brightly, and you live by the light of your own glow; when you are brilliant, you thrive. You fixate on the warmth and use…
walk the line
The line between fiction and reality is distinguishable. It shimmers silver in the eyes of those looking to escape, looking for somewhere to retreat from the cruelty of the real…
What If?
I wrote this short reflective piece on some of the positive effects of the COVID-19 pandemic. Although it is much easier to focus on the negative effects, we have all…