Trip to Greenville

A few weeks ago, I took a day trip with my aunt and uncle up to Greenville, Maine. We drove around and had lunch near the lake at a place called the Stress Free Moose. We entered the restaurant and the bar was packed with people. On a Tuesday afternoon! We ate outside and people-watchedContinue reading “Trip to Greenville”

Reading By The Lake

Late September, early fall, crisp in the air. Center Pond, Maine, late-afternoon. I sit by the lake with a jacket and boots on, kindle in my hand. The leaves across the way are changing. The slight breeze in the air drops the temperature, but the sun blaring in my eyes allows some warmth to stay.Continue reading “Reading By The Lake”

Quiet Plane Ride

I never realized how quiet plane rides are until recently. I took an early morning flight last Saturday. The plane wasn’t full. All the passengers were told to spread out. I sat by a window and pulled down the shade. A woman sat by the aisle, leaving the middle seat free. I spent the twoContinue reading “Quiet Plane Ride”

Central Park, Deck 8

The one place I can find peace and quiet. Central Park, Deck 8. Above me, chaos ensues. Children screaming, parents yelling. The beauty of being on a large boat. I sit under the shade of a cabana With a Starbucks and a book. I try to write but I can’t think of anything. Too muchContinue reading “Central Park, Deck 8”

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”

My Happy Place

When someone asks me Where my happy place is, I tell them it’s on a lake In the middle of Maine. My aunt and uncle’s camp. A beautiful view, right by the water, The camp has a cozy feeling With a screen porch facing the lake And an incinolet so you don’t always have toContinue reading “My Happy Place”

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”

This Too Shall Pass – Poem & Short Film

I have held on tightly to little things during this time. Walking my dog then watching him roll around in the grass right before we go inside. Finding my cats soaking up the sunshine in the mornings. Reading when my mind will allow me to focus on the words written on the page. Writing myContinue reading “This Too Shall Pass – Poem & Short Film”

945 Miles

Nebraska feels longer than Iowa and Iowa felt like forever while I was fast asleep. I watch the miles drop as I fly by green signs on the highway traveling west. Listening to a podcast, my father sleeping in the passenger seat, I wonder how long it will take until I see something new. GreenContinue reading “945 Miles”