Until last year, when I started writing freelance articles with a social narrative and drafting my first Sci-Fi novel, I had never known I could write about anything other than my life, as I see it. I…
The Feed: Bringing Art Back To The Internet
Hello darlings, I’m Brynna and I’m the Editor in Chief of The Feed — An online community geared toward those who appreciate creativity, and written by an established community of thinkers and ar…
Ever Been on A Date in An Old, Italian Church?
Before I had a boyfriend, I had Florence. And man, I dated that city hard. I would take myself out for a prosecco each afternoon. Lovely lunches on sunny days with fresh bruschetta, fine cheeses and a…
You Have Made Me into Art
I’m lying on my back in the grass when suddenly I feel the roots rising up from the dirt I feel them even before they begin poking through my flesh Innate intuition A union with the divine I se…
A Tale of Manic Depression WARNING: Don’t read this if you’re of sound mind
When you’re sad for a long time it becomes a bit of a habit Like an after-school snack or regular exercise… or… or… Puking after every meal Habit, see? How can you ever be anything but sad? It&#…
How A Deck of Cards Can Acquaint You With Your Truest Self
I am a wild Thing. A wild, witchy Thing, at that. One that sings songs to the universe. One that feels as deeply as the oceans and dreams all the way up to the constellations I’ve committed to memory.…
A Quarter Life Crisis and A Middle Finger Is All You Need to Change Everything
I think I’m on the brink of a glorious, third wave, quarter life crisis. “Three life crises!?” you undoubtedly gasp. “But how, you melodramatic sapling? You are only but 25!” Enough scoffing, fictitio…
I’ve Met A Boy Who Likes to Write Me Letters…
The house didn’t just crumble No There was a full blown implosion…again And it left her burned and in bits Gasping for air and clawing toward the surface Searching for just a flicker of light be…
What’s My Age Again? Oh, Yeah. 25: Welcome to the Real World
My name is Brynna, I am 25, and I live at home with my parents. Did that feel like the introduction to a group meeting? I suppose it kind of should seeing as so many of us are in the same, semi sinkin…
The Secret to Success in a Creative Career (psst… It’s conviction)
It was the first day that it was warm enough to leave the apartment with my legs and shoulders bare. And my, I do love to have my legs and shoulders bare… So I took advantage. I walked between avenues…