Marisa ColtabaughAfter 24 years, I know my life’s purposeAnd I still don’t know if I will ever accomplish anythingSep 21, 2021Sep 21, 2021
Marisa ColtabaughA Tribute to Personal PagesI’m tired of hearing the same voice.Sep 19, 2021Sep 19, 2021
Marisa ColtabaughTo Be Working Classis to be a slave, but we don’t have a choiceApr 4, 2021Apr 4, 2021
Marisa ColtabaughSummer in SpringPine tree branches wave gently in the breeze that only exists in the shade. Standing on asphalt it’s hot, so hot. The sun beats downMar 28, 2021Mar 28, 2021
Marisa ColtabaughA Walk through the WoodsGolden rays fall on my skin in layers through the tops of the trees like faeries floating all around.Mar 21, 2021Mar 21, 2021
Marisa ColtabaughAn Ode to the OceanI know why I prefer to watch TV at night and not read. It’s because by the time night falls, my brain has worked up so many different…Feb 25, 2021Feb 25, 2021
