Some nights, I look up towards The sky as the sun is setting And I’ll see a masterpiece In front of me. Gigantic clouds reflecting the sun, smaller ones not in the way of light. A reminder of how small we are Compared to the sky above. It’s one of those nights Where a beautifulContinue reading “Sunset”
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Splitting Once More
I knock on all the wood in the room, hoping this is a step in the right direction. I look down and reality splits into two, a new spin on something I know all too well. I throw my phone onto a counter, thinking I’ll forget about it for a while. I try to avoidContinue reading “Splitting Once More”
The Hunt For A Christmas Tree
While this pandemic has foiled A lot of plans this year, One thing it didn’t mess with was The annual Christmas Tree hunt. Every year for the last sixteen years, My family and some family friends have Wandered into the woods in search of The perfect Charlie Brown Christmas Tree. Normally, when we go onContinue reading “The Hunt For A Christmas Tree”
Night Thoughts
The moon shines in through my window. Lighting up a spot on the floor, Reminds me of an Edward Hopper painting. I wake from my sleep to let my cat in once more. My room is a safe space from the visiting dogs who do not understand why the cat doesn’t want to play. HeContinue reading “Night Thoughts”
Polar Bear
For Marsha. If you’re a polar bear, you see differently. You see beauty in the ordinary, Details in the smallest of places, You visualize instead of problem solve. You’re a poet, writer, artist, painter. You strive to show your perspective Through the work you create. Creating art comes as naturally as breathing. You can seeContinue reading “Polar Bear”
This Isn’t A Painting
The moon shining in through the window, bright as the sun at noon. I capture this photo with my phone that doesn’t have night mode. It looks more like a painting than an actual photograph. The colors are muted through the lens looking into the darkness. The outline of the room still appears in tact.Continue reading “This Isn’t A Painting”
Light & Quiet
When snow blankets the earth, life quiets. Stepping outside feels like the volume You never notice has been turned down. The only sound you hear is your steps Making a path that will melt When it meets the sun. The night brings light to the darkness When the full moon bounces off the snow, ItContinue reading “Light & Quiet”
A Plane Flew Over the Trees
Times slowed down as the noise grew loud. I looked back at my mom, she was covering her ears with her hands. “Wow, that’s a very loud truck,” she yelled. Suddenly, I looked up and there was a plane right above us. “Look!” I yelled and pointed to what I was seeing. It looked likeContinue reading “A Plane Flew Over the Trees”
36th Street
After a long day of speech therapy and wandering around the city, I take a shortcut to return back to my hotel. 36th street. A random street. The sun has disappeared behind the clouds. The street is quiet, a welcomed change from Park Avenue. I’m halfway down between Park and Lexington when I notice aContinue reading “36th Street”
Grateful
The morning began with stillness. I watched as the sun rose over the horizon and filtered through the trees, still half asleep. My mother’s childhood bedroom, flower wallpaper, a quilt on the chair in the corner, two small vases on the window sill. I’d wake up most mornings I slept here and watched this viewContinue reading “Grateful”
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