Brynna Standen
Brynna Standen
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The Haunting of Julia

GASP I wake up to the sound of a baby crying. I pull the pillow over my head and squeeze my eyes tightly shut like a child afraid of a bump in the night. If I pretend it’s not there,…

There’s blood on my hands

There’s blood on my hands On my arms Splattered on my feet. There’s blood on my shirt… Fuck… Not this shirt. My mind is suddenly alert. Ready To act To save This goddamn shirt. Oh This shirt. It’s my favorite…

My Precious, My Notebook

I never really know what to do with these things – if I’m being honest. I’ve been charmed by the concept since I was a little girl, long collecting beautiful notebooks found in random bookstores and pawn shops and Walgreens…

I Met Someone in Thailand Today

It’s balmy tonight. I’m talking 90 degrees at 22:00 hours. But it isn’t that oppressive, don’t want to move, kind of heat. No, it’s the sensual kind. The kind that makes your cheeks flush and your collar bones dewy .…

Happy 4/20, Stoners! Here are Some Munchies For Thought On Your Favorite Holiday

April 20th. Ahh, what a fine day to put on some Tom Petty, order out from your favorite pizza joint (pun intended) and *indulge*. People all over the globe will be sparking up today in celebration of the world’s chillest…

What An Affinity for ‘Sad Boys’ Has Taught me About Toxic Relationships

I was, not long ago, suffering from some mild man-induced drama. So, as one always should in these instances, I consulted my best friend via Facetime because best friends always know best. They tailor every word to perfectly fit your…

7 Words Scribbled on the Back of a Bookmark Gave Her Superpowers

I read books like my geriatric cat pees on my hardwood floor – constantly. Growing up, my mom always communicated the disappointment my grandmother, a former librarian, would have felt if she could see how tattered books become in my…

They Asked the Man Who Shot Him on the Train and He Pointed At Me

I stopped sleeping with a nightlight while you were in my bed And for a moment I thought that meant more than it did   You barged in and lit up the spooky corners of my mind Scared away the…

My Recurring Nightmare

The air is cold. The kind of cold that feels like daggers in your lungs Bare legs – Covered in goosebumps Bare feet – No time for shoes Something serpentine wraps itself around my ankle A sharp intake of breath…

Turns Out NYRs Are Just Goals in Sparkly Dresses

  Raise your hand if the bodies of your 2018 resolutions were already cold before February. I raised mine (figuratively, because I’m lazy) Did you raise yours? If you didn’t, you’re a goddamn superhero. The exception to the rule. I…