What I’ve Been Clicking On – Part 9

New Yorker – Sally Rooney on Labor and Desire This tweet from Sparknotes that transported me back to English class in high school. Demi Lovato’s interview with Jojo Siwa Kate Beckinsale’s conversation on Armchair Expert Good Trade – I Just Need To Stop Saying “Just”…Right? This adorable photo of a kitten. Ashley C. Ford’s PowerfulContinue reading “What I’ve Been Clicking On – Part 9”

Summer

I love how summer returns you to yourself – Alex Dimitrov Summer is approaching. The warm air has returned. I’m happy taking photos of flowers and staying outside for hours. This is when I can breathe without worrying about my lungs freezing. I pay attention while getting lost in my thoughts, it’s a balancing actContinue reading “Summer”

Unexpected Stop

I was driving down a side road, surrounded by pine trees. For some reason, this road reminded me of girl scout camp when I was younger. It must have been all of the pine trees and the way the sun hit my eyes behind my sunglasses. I was a mile down the road, surrounded byContinue reading “Unexpected Stop”

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”

Christmas Music

I started playing Christmas Music in early November. I listen to it while I write, I write wherever the music takes me. I see Christmas lights being put up earlier this year. We put ours up this weekend, A reminder of how odd this year has been. The Christmas spirit brings people comfort. Comforts haveContinue reading “Christmas Music”

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”

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”

August in the City

I wrote this poem last year on a park bench in Washington Square Park. I carried an umbrella, walking down Fifth Avenue, waiting for the rain to fall. I held one of Patti Smith’s first books at the Strand. I admired Robert Mapplethorpe’s photographs at the Guggenheim. I told a man from Africa about ToniContinue reading “August in the City”