Welcome to The Screams, a poem I recently wrote. Read along down below for my interpretation of ‘poetry’ in general. Happy reading! When I tell people I write poetry, I get different deliveries of the same sentiment. And that consensus is that many people ‘don’t understand’ poetry. But…
New Yorkers don’t usually view meeting people on the street the same way tourists or anyone else who lives outside of the city might. I know that being from California, I always thought the idea of it as adorable and I figured it happened all the time. The…
Saturday Nights In New York, a free Saturday night is like the most seasoned chip at the bottom of the bag. It’s Wonka’s golden ticket or the twenty bucks found in last season’s jeans. In the city that never sleeps, with many good friends close by, the plans…
Hello, hello! Thank you for coming to read my poem, Puppeteer. I don’t really like the idea of getting into specifics when it comes to inspirations behind most creative works, but especially poetry. I just think it really is written one size fits all- in other words, however…
There’s a place in my heart that believes in everything. A place that thinks of everyone in the highest regard, every moment with the utmost optimism. There’s a place where I believe I am capable of everything, of anything. A place where no one can hurt me, a…
In life we are given the power to make decisions. From the moment you’re born, you get to decide things. Things like which faces make you cry and which ones you find comforting, or which kind of toys capture your attention the longest. These decisions multiply as you…
Feet dangling off the dock I looked across the lake The mountains whispered once again The wind wouldn’t tell me what they said I looked across the lake I saw trees singing around a campfire The wind wouldn’t tell me what they said But they all caught…
As a 28 year old woman, I’m insanely lucky to have a great grandmother in my life who I can pick up the phone and call. Especially since, she is one of the most special people I’ve ever gotten to meet. To me, she’s love personified and I…
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about mornings. To me, mornings have always symboled a reset button. The sun will be out again. There will be enough light to fund a new adventure. More time to walk alongside the sun. All the things you can’t do past dusk,…
spindles and beams and tiny little trees that keep our house from floating up to you I’ll tie it to a blue jay and he’ll drag us up there and I’ll tell him you’re the man on the moon and he’ll have to take the journey to…