Author: Faith Reale

Faith Reale has enjoyed writing since she was very young and continues in her pursuit of the written word (her pretentious way of saying writing is her passion). For seventeen years, she has resided in Northern Virginia, but soon she will ideally head off for a higher level of education, preferably somewhere far, far away. She enjoys watching too much Netflix when she should be doing her homework, spending time with her family and friends, and, of course, reading and writing at all hours of the night. Faith is passionate about animal rights and lives a plant-based lifestyle. She looks forward to traveling around the world and writing about her experiences with her typical witty sarcasm.

The Auditorium by Faith Reale

Posted on Jun 23, 2016Feb 13, 2019 by Faith Reale

It was the coldest day in the year, the darkest day. I was waiting for the readings to begin. The heater was groaning, trying to keep running, and people were talking and laughing with each other. This is the time when we know everything, and my friends and I are not excluded from this knowledge. […]

Nelson’s Sparrow by Faith Reale

Posted on Mar 25, 2016Feb 13, 2019 by Faith Reale

A Nelson’s Sparrow is a bird without a flight or fight instinct. A predator could be a breath away and a Nelson’s Sparrow wouldn’t fly away, even when it should. This is important to know. Nelson’s Sparrow flies in front of me. Once upon a time a man held me as a broken bird. […]

Untitled by Faith Reale

Posted on Feb 11, 2016Feb 13, 2019 by Faith Reale

“Is there no hope for me? Is there no way That I might sight and check that speeding bark Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing?” I am here now. You are here, too. I let you unzip my dress, and I focus on the present: how your fingers are warm, how the […]

Bird Walk by Faith Reale

Posted on Dec 23, 2015Feb 13, 2019 by Faith Reale

my Mother and i used to go on walks together. Our hands swinging, She’d point to the Singing birds and whisper their names in the safe shell of my ear. Bluebirds, matching the sky. Now my hands twist and tie themselves into knots. i tell my feet to make no noise as i drift into […]