To Mold A Story

The paths I walked along in summer Are now muddy from fallen snow. Autumn leaves stick around in early winter. The cold air freezes rain. It’s hard to breathe when I can see my breath. I stay inside, wearing fuzzy socks and warm sweatpants. My cardigan has pockets big enough to hold my Kindle. TheContinue reading “To Mold A Story”

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”

What Cannot Be Controlled

“I’m the vice president of panic, and the president is missing.” – Paige Lewis My right eye is filling up with water As soon as it meets the morning light. I am afraid to look at today’s news. I wonder which version of events are worth clinging to. I want to remember this moment likeContinue reading “What Cannot Be Controlled”

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”

Worst Critic

I’ve been posting for so long I can no longer tell if I’m good at what I’m doing. Hello? Anyone out there? I write these poems to share. To share how my life is going, What I’m thinking and feeling. When I read some these poems back, I’m unfamiliar with who wrote them. I noContinue reading “Worst Critic”

Peaks + Valleys

In these times, we’re experiencing the peaks and valleys of life in a condensed period. Emotions are higher with people being more vulnerable and more fearful of what could happen. While others are bored out of their minds and want anything to do, including breaking the orders that are in place. We are inside forContinue reading “Peaks + Valleys”

Part Four

Today is World Poetry Day. Poetry is so important, especially for this uncertain moment we’re currently living in. A few weeks ago, I posted a poem called Mantra for the Madness. It contains a lot of the fears and anxieties I had about what could happen. Flash forward two weeks and our society has completelyContinue reading “Part Four”

Quiet Mind

I sit in a room with my legs crossed and my hands on my knees. I’m focused on my breath, trying hard to ignore my racing thoughts. The music is relaxing and the yoga teacher is the only one who is speaking. Her presence is calming and trusting. I feel safe. I’m trying to getContinue reading “Quiet Mind”