The books I read Inspire me To see reality A little differently Remind me why I love to write To make everything Seem more bright To look into the sky And feel myself settling Into the ground With the soles Of my feet With a pen In my hand Connecting to my soul Creating somethingContinue reading “Creative Spark”
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What I’ve Been Clicking On – Part 2
Girls5Eva on Peacock is a must-watch comedy show (and this performance they did at The Hollywood Bowl was very good). A reminder from Elizabeth Bishop. audio instalment two by Yara Daley-Ward This beautiful photo by Katrien Vermeire of fireflies in the woods Taylor Swift’s speech at the Brit Awards Everyone should strive for this cozyContinue reading “What I’ve Been Clicking On – Part 2”
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”
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