Catapult Alumni | Nonfiction

I should know better than to say this, but Paris is France to me. I can almost hear condemnation ringing throughout the French countryside. Well, I am American, and the city of Paris is the city introducing me to France because we live in a world where celebrity dominates, and Paris is a celebrity is […]

Aug 7, 2019
Catapult Alumni | Fiction

I remember lyin’ upon my momma’s bed lookin’ to the shards of sunlight slippin’ through the cracks of the wall’s boards; I came out upon that bed that was standin’ within a room that Momma called “the shed.” Well, she called it that because it stuck out from the side of the shack that we […]

Feb 13, 2019
Catapult Alumni | Fiction

Life is painted with colors provided from its people, so the sidewalks surrounding me are flooded with color as I walk them, and my mind is filled to pulsating with imaginings of these individuals’ lives. And when seeing people blatantly exuding color from their clothing, and hair, to their physical gestures, my mind releases spilling […]

Feb 8, 2019
Catapult Alumni | Nonfiction
Glow of Admiration

The morning’s sunlight was brilliant: not hot, but warm; still, the vibrantly colored peacock retreated from its touch resting within the shade cast from a tractor. He had been caught from the jaws of a dog years earlier and struggled to survive; now, missing one spur, and years advancing, he appeared, without being capable of […]

Jun 14, 2018
Catapult Alumni | Nonfiction
Labels & Detractors

Recently, I met a fashion blogger, and I was quite excited as I am when meeting any writers; however, my excitement was quashed when she began speaking of ‘labels’ guaranteeing ‘quality.’ I did not feel the need to correct her with my personal opinion; instead, I told her that ‘I don’t really care about labels.’ […]

May 11, 2018
Catapult Alumni | Nonfiction
‘Someone is lucky.’

Those words were spoken to me by a very aggressive stranger whom I met in the street, and they have obsessed me every day since hearing them because an outward appearance is not defining of a life; in fact, the words, personify the adage: ‘Never, judge a book by its cover.’

May 6, 2018
Catapult Alumni | Nonfiction

My father looked away from the mailbox and was quite surprised to see him running down the street. As well, I suppose that my father surprised him because he stopped when seeing him before turning and leaping over the fence bordering our garden. My father hurried to the house and through the garden room to […]

Apr 16, 2018
Catapult Alumni | Nonfiction
The Importance of Fruits

I love an early morning walk in the country with my dog because the air is fresh and silent to the exception of birds twittering. However, someone was shattering the natural tranquility of one morning when shouting: ‘You with the dog, excuse me. Hello!’ I looked around to see an elderly woman waving to me […]

Mar 26, 2018
Catapult Alumni | Fiction
Celebrating Individuality

As the diner’s door opens, a gush of cold, and damp, air stirs the candle’s flame. Its flickering light dances over Madison as she scolds Christian playfully: ‘You know that you’re, incredibly, overdressed.’ Christian scoffs: ‘I don’t care.’ Madison holds a smirk as Christian casts words of defiance: ‘I love fashion. I love looking to […]

Mar 26, 2018
Catapult Alumni | Fiction
Exes are Essential

Christian stands with Madison watching her ex-boyfriend: he is crossing the room snapping his fingers and swaying in a dancing rhythm while lip-syncing the words to the song that is playing. Christian looks to Madison: ‘I see him slathering himself with his semen, and rolling in superfine sugar before stepping to stand before a full-length […]

Mar 19, 2018