Lessons I’ve Learned Over The Last Decade

Love doesn’t mean forever and loyalty can carry a weight far heavier than betrayal. Friends will come and go, but the good ones will leave you with a heart full of love and memories to last a lifetime. Once you’ve saved for a rainy day, your world will indeed flood. It’s okay to disagree with … Continue reading Lessons I’ve Learned Over The Last Decade

The Lithium Chronicles: Volume 2 Just Dropped

Grab your copy of The Lithium Chronicles: Volume 2 HERE I have never been one to hide my diagnosis, my history of addiction, or the incredibly poor choices I made that brought me to this place where I finally find myself. This place is one of struggle, the walls are high and painted in all … Continue reading The Lithium Chronicles: Volume 2 Just Dropped

Indie Blu(e) Author Rachel Finch Reviews The Lithium Chronicles: Volume Two

“It is always a pleasure to read Nicole's work. She is an exceptional writer that has long been a favourite of mine and I was thrilled to be asked to look over her most recent collection 'The Lithium Chronicles: Volume 2'. Nicole's honesty is what grips me. She pours her truth onto paper, the way … Continue reading Indie Blu(e) Author Rachel Finch Reviews The Lithium Chronicles: Volume Two

Holt Street

I wound a broken guitar string around my left thumb and index finger until I could no longer feel either of them because I was high and I liked the shades of red and white that pulsed down my hand until he unwound the string and placed my palm in his own, and then I … Continue reading Holt Street

Looking at me

You keep fucking looking at me as if I haven't just swallowed your lust, as if the puddles of your pride hadn't slipped from my lips and dribbled down my chin. You keep fucking looking at me as if the taste of you didn't just try to burn a hole through my sternum and pool … Continue reading Looking at me

July

I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it all: the moment June whispered her goodbye and July roared in on the cusp of thunder, dripping in memories rained down on my door. It’s all just a little bit beautiful, a whole lot lonely, … Continue reading July

On Consent – In a Seventh Grade Classroom

Hey, you! The mom of that twelve-year-old boy who leers like some fifty-year-old drunken uncle. Start teaching him that no means no. Right Fucking Now. You should have been teaching him this already. Teach him that consent is as real as the shoes on his feet and the laces he ties in double-knots. Teach him … Continue reading On Consent – In a Seventh Grade Classroom