I look to the moonIn SeptemberAs the leaves changeInto mystical colorsDays before the switchIn seasonsAnd the weather cools.I hear the wavesRinging the bell at sea.I appreciate the skyAt dusk contrastWith the dark greenIn the evergreens.
Category Archives: Writing
Christina’s World
I first saw Andrew Wyeth’s painting Christina’s World in July 2023 at the MoMA in Midtown, New York. It was my third time at the museum. I can’t remember passing by it on my previous visits. I stood in front of the painting I had stumbled upon in a hallway for a few minutes. IContinue reading “Christina’s World”
Edge of Summer
I count my stepsadmire the flowersfeel for the rainthat won’t fall todaythe ominous cloudsquicken my paceI lose track of my thoughtslose track of the daylazy day Saturdaywith a bookmy favorite way to bestill quietwindows openbreeze flowing throughnearing the edge of summerthe final thirdsoon it will be too cold
Little Mantras
I note my progress aloudto remember when I’m feeling downhow far I’ve come, how I’ve changedin the ways over the years.Little mantras silence my inner criticwith evidence to back it up, I slowlylearn the process of being kind to myself.I change my thoughts, I fight old patterns,I inhale and exhale, reminding myself to begrateful inContinue reading “Little Mantras”
like fish in the sea
I watch satellites follow each other like fish in the sea. The magic of the milky way comes alive before my eyes. I look up. I feel small on the dock. I always do when I’m confronted withunknown of the vast universe above. A part of this reminds me of the ocean, the unknown feelingsContinue reading “like fish in the sea”
august blues
gray clouds roll along the coastthen stay longer than wantedI find color amongst the flowersthey bring me happinessfinding gems in the ordinary daysI am my grandmother’s granddaughter
on the water
a different perspectiveto see my life from the outside watching the water now watching the land the height of summer the perfect temperature sea-bands work being out on the ocean catching lobsteron the water feeling wavespretty lucky this is my daywith family in the placethat’s always felt like homenow is mine
just kids
this story changed the trajectory of my lifebecause of this story, I am a writer.because of this story, I found magic in poetry.one summer sent me on a path I have beennavigating ever since.being a writer means being motivatedby what scares mewhat empowers me to writestories like Patti and Robert’s, one of youngartists discovering theirContinue reading “just kids”
heat wave
Summer comes in muggy and hot.My clothes stick to my skineach time I leave my apartment.Days float together and timestops making sense.Each time I walk outsideI feel like I’m sinking intoa warm swimming poolthat I didn’t choose tofloat in but here I am,floating away down the lazy riverof days of this wildly weird summer.
beyond the shores
the sound of fireworks echoes beyond the shores traveling inland at the speed of light crowds marvel at the sight oohs and ahhs at each colorful pattern dancing about the summer night sky street lights out eyes adjust to appreciate the gathering celebrating another year on these shores the freedom to be whoever you chooseContinue reading “beyond the shores”
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