Now You’ve Done It

Now you’ve done it you opened me upto all of the feelings I stuffed in the back of my mind and hid behind a locked doorI couldn’t find the key but you picked the lock and now here I am dealing with the feelings I would have chosen to remain oblivious to out of sightContinue reading “Now You’ve Done It”

In The Stacks

Endless possibilities await in a bookstore.A safe haven for creatives and wanderers,just trying to find their place,drifting off into books whereperspective is gainedand memories are burnedinto our minds as thoughwe have lived many lives.In the stacks there’s a freedomto understand someone’s realitywhile being detached from our own.It is here, there is magic.

White Noise

I end the year feeling achy.This has been a time Filled with much personal growthIt’s hard work to look in the mirrorAnd understand my patterns.Connect the dots of the pastSo I no longer feel numb.My emotions I suppressed for so long.I can be so mean to myself-A subconscious habit that becameWhite noise in my brainContinue reading “White Noise”

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”

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”

For Grammie

My summers were filled with The light of your house, The sound of your voice, The smell of your cookies, The familiar rooms I always returned to. When my year was always different, You were always there to welcome us home, Our home away from home. I loved watching You tend to your flowers asContinue reading “For Grammie”

reading spots

on a park bench under a tree facing the beach on the beach toes in the sand away from the sun under the sun on a chair in the grass on the grass by a campfire facing a lake next to lake in a camp under a lamp using a lamp to finish a bookContinue reading “reading spots”

happy place

For two days, I disconnect from my reality. Time moves slowly. I trace the sun across the cloudless sky, rising up on one side of the horizon then falling below the other. I read my book, write poems in my journal, and only grab my phone to capture this beautiful view. For the first timeContinue reading “happy place”

Four Boxes

What is kept contains memories I don’t want to ever forget. The innocence of my childhood, the fears of my teenager years, the searching of my twenties, wrapped up in these items I place in boxes. Some I will take with me, most I will leave here. The things I donate or throw away aren’tContinue reading “Four Boxes”

2 AM

silence enters the night I do not speak I listen to a book and work on a puzzle I lose track of time trying to fit pieces together slowly the image begins to form the harder I focus rain falls outside may showers continue I can slightly hear the drops hitting the roof the narratorContinue reading “2 AM”