Author

Heather Qin

Browsing

My mother told me that cats can see demons. Cats, of all things! Why them? Cats, the little creatures that roam around, Waving their tails high in the air as they prance, Putting one paw forward, step step stepping, Acting as though they’re at the top of the hierarchy. But they aren’t, are they?They couldn’t possibly be higher than us, The humans, the ones that bought them. They’re just pets to owners. So no, cats…

Snowflakes Specks of white come falling Falling down to Earth I hear my mother calling I step onto the hearth The snowflakes melt like butter Water pools by my feet The fire sparks like glitter Waving to my heart’s beat The sky outside is covered Covered with six-pointed stars My hand outside it hovered Filling up the jars The snowflakes cut like knives They scratch and scrape the glass My skin, it swells with hives…

Calloused hands work on the temple walls attempting to soothe the spirit within. Thrashing more and more as the sun falls With every burdened shove, the night begins. As the light of the day fades quicker, more and more restless it grows. Don’t just stand there, the tall trees whisper, and the man, he draws his sword. The blade, a gift from his father. His only weapon made to brave against the world. The spirits,…

Overshone In the silent, stirring, woods, Where squirrels store snacks Scavenged from spiny shrubs Stability is secured. ‘Till tuesday told a tale Of a sun too high, too bright, The light taking territory To terrify trees grown too tall. A burning blight burying land, Brown became breathtaking fire, And bushes burrow beneath ashes White blithe to the burden Black bears. Darkness drowned the day no more, Hateful heathens hindering harmony, A perfect place and peaceful…

/hōm/ · When my heart is split / my family spread out / what is home? A familiar or usual setting. When I lie on the couch after school / hazy afternoon light making me drowsy / listening to the ticking of the clock / attentive to my senses / the feeling of the faux fur blanket / the ottoman that shines black against the soft grey textile / the brown cushions / am I…

Become a bird  that soars so high above; Immune to the world oh so full of blight; Rainbow transforms a crow into a dove; Debut as your reform begins tonight. So why are you so anxious to begin? Do you hold secrets that you will unfold? Or maybe found a hidden want within? Noisy gears clunking loudly oh so bold. Thou named a perfect tool for God to use, Except that God holds no respect…

I couldn’t snap my fingers nor did I want to learn how till my dad, on our walk, snapped a dry, thick snap like thock the color of chipped wood and bet I couldn’t snap like he could. well damn, then I had to, and I learned how, snapped loud but I never figured out how to have my father’s fingers so I only ever snap like fwick, like a flicker, gilded but not really…