There's no escape. The back door I saw before isn't there anymore. When I was little I couldn't see blood without getting nauseated and vomiting.  I remember the first time I saw an animal on the side of the freeway, driving with my mother to a dentist appointment in Silverdale ...It had been, before being... Continue Reading →


Masks Off

Uprooting the weed of self loathing.

My Dad

Mirage by Geoffrey Holdsworth 1940 A man in an open shirt sat gazing out to sea; A young man, a hale man, and I wished that I were he and that the things I loved were as they used to be. What did he see as he sat there? Some woman's shining hair, or the... Continue Reading →

My Mother

Sitting in the passenger seat at 8 years old, as my mom drove down the road, I was staring at my reflection in the car window. Self critical even when so little "I hate the shape of my eyes" I criticized. And my mom turned her head and smiled wide. I always thought her smile... Continue Reading →


SNOWBALL by Emma Bush 2015 Once I was nothing more than a drop of rain
, up high in the sky
, yet to feel the pain of change... just a drop dripping and falling down towards that impressive ground, down below
, where I watched all the other raindrops go. Perhaps I don’t know as much as... Continue Reading →

The House

Addiction (2015 by Emma Bush) You think I’m gone? That makes me laugh. You thing you’ve won!? Keep thinking that. I’m just waiting. My time will come. While you’re getting lazy, I’m getting strong. YOU THINK YOU LIVE HERE? This is MY home.   Short story I wrote back in 2008, before I really knew... Continue Reading →

Lost Fish

I was never good at speaking
, it was always a frustrating
thing to me. Uncle Louie described me as standoffish, but I was just a lost fish, scared of other in the sea. I observed the others. I looked up to my brother and I thank God for my father and mother
, I felt like we... Continue Reading →

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