FacebookTwitterAuthor Blog Emily Hansen is a writer living in Baltimore City. She is from Chicago, Il. She graduated from Columbia College Chicago with a BA in Fiction. Her obsessions range from "The Walking Dead," to one or ten cups of coffee a day. She teaches English to 9th graders in Baltimore, Maryland. Emily became a writer because she thinks that people shouldn't have to look very far to find magic in their lives. "Grimm and White," is Emily's first novel.
If you need to find her she is most likely pretending to be F. Scott Fitzgerald in the Owl Bar at the Belvedere Hotel. Go check that place out. It's awesome.
" I want you to put your hand over your heart. Press down against the skin, meld your fingers into the flesh, and listen to the beats. Can you hear how that one organ is keeping you alive? One pump. Two pumps. Three. " *** Alice White Cabot would consider you lucky. She can press down in that same exact spot and she would feel…noth…
Welcome to Another "Writing Wednesdays"
Today I thought I'd share a few poems with all of you!
Radishes I cut my long hair with my mother’s dull scissors. The rusty brown flecks of metal and iron, fall with my golden locks, straight and split ends, over my shoulders, clogging the sink drain. You called me beautiful in the moonlight glow— shining through my blue taffeta curtains. This was the last time you called me by name; the last time you used my hair to climb to me. We took the elevator—instead of the stairs, the pulsing lights for each floor, blinking into our eyes as we push anything to go down, down… We escaped with the plan to go to your house, across the field of lakes and green grass, where we shared a kiss and the promise of sunrise to the north. I would never be alone again. I could walk in the grass barefoot. The rain on the windshield made you feel blind. I tried to wipe away the steam with a tissue as I read you directions …