The open screen door lets the cool morning air into the kitchen. Water is heating in a pot that’s on a circle plugged into the wall sitting on the counter. I open my computer and do a New York Times’ crossword puzzle as I wait for the boiling point. When I hear the circle turnContinue reading “Morning Crossword”
Category Archives: Poetry
Patterns of Summer Rain
I look out to the west to see the mountains have vanished underneath a blanket of heavy rain clouds. For hours, I wait for the rain to fall. Sometimes, it comes and passes within minutes. Other times, like today, it lingers for hours, teasing its arrival while never actually making its way to the plains.
II
There’s a split in my reality every morning and night. When what I see doubles into this hallucination like state, my brain is confused. My eyes don’t work together for longer than twelve hours a day. Individually, they’re fine. Left is down and right is up. If I cover one, my vision is single andContinue reading “II”
Summer Showers
When the clouds come overhead in the afternoon, remember that all days cannot be sunshine and blue skies. You can’t expect perfection when you know there will be rain. It’s okay, you can’t hear allthe good news you want in one day.
Outside of the Box
Society has a standard for everyone. If you’re outside of the cookie cutter Example, then you’re deemed as different. As we grow up, we realize we all have our Struggles and strides, we’re all different in Some shape or form. Though, those who Are capable of protecting what makes them Different are lucky. Those whoContinue reading “Outside of the Box”
Love Isn’t Defined by Gender
Love isn’t defined by gender. But we live in a society where Many people are still taught Love between a man and a woman is natural And everything else is sinful.This teaching is dangerous because It leads to shame for those who love peopleOutside the heteronormative view.Acceptance for the LGBTQ+ community has grownOver the lastContinue reading “Love Isn’t Defined by Gender”
Different is Beautiful
Be your loud, beautiful self.Don’t allow those who Don’t understand youTo the silence the singingIn your soul.
Eight Days Without Sun
When the sun disappearsbehind a long flowof stratus clouds, winter returns.The fireplace brings us heat on cold nightsin late May.Snow falls twicein two days,blanketing the green grass and melting against the roads remaining warm, contrastingthe winter airlingering in spring.
The Purple Tulip
The purple tulip arrived a week agoand will not leave. I glare at it througha mirror reflection, trying to comprehendhow it might have appeared at this timeeight days ago. No one warned meI would receive a tulip. Everyone I ask doesn’t seem to have an answer on where it came from or why it’s here.TheContinue reading “The Purple Tulip”
The Beauty of Spring
RebirthThe earth is alive again,the smells of recently bloomed flowers linger thru the afternoon air.It will fade by summer,but at this moment, they’re wild. ReminderLife never sits still,it’s constantly moving, whether you like it or not.It’s our jobs as humans are to evolve with the times.Move forward instead of back,focusing on the past will onlyContinue reading “The Beauty of Spring”
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