WELCOME TO SAFFRON'S WRITINGS

I am in debt to the divine for miracles that I had no business receiving. Some years ago I cried out to the heavens for a revelation, not...

the grass isn't greener on the other side, it's greener where you water it, and if it is in fact on the other side, it's probably fake....

my sincerest apologies if my silver tongue and lustful praises have pierced your heart. i regret to inform you that the burden you feel...

though the seems of their cracked dignity are stitched tightly from the riots of their past, the scars still remain. time and time again...

whatever spec of minuscule hope that lurked around in this ill-equipped dryland of a body was shattered. the grass wasn't greener on the...

to all the people i've ever loved. my themis, what a young, innocent love we bore. distance matters not when our hearts are somehow...

dear mr. laurens, what else is there left to say to you? think carefully of the words i said. i pray to the g-ds that you feel some type...

“piece me together, my love,” he screamed as he ran into my arms. despite him clearly being broken and surely unmendable, i regretfully...

as a first-generation, latinx, non-binary, queer, raging feminist, i’ve learned to invade all the spaces i’ve been told to stay out of....

When we think of beauty, we tend to think about outer appearances such as someone’s makeup or the color of someone’s skin. However, it is...