Everyone thinks writing a poetry book is about sitting in a café, scribbling beautiful lines into a notebook, and waiting for inspiration to strike. Sometimes, yes, in the beginning, that's exactly what it was like. But the truth is, writing a book is equal parts, joy and chaos, and for me, often more chaos than … Continue reading When Perfect Isn’t the Point
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Second Books and Breathing
and...breathe. I have been learning how to breathe again. Not the automatic kind, but the slower kind, stepping away from people’s noise, not getting involved, holding back my energy on my days off, just being with myself, and of course my husband too. Trying to find some peace, or at least work towards it. I … Continue reading Second Books and Breathing
The Exhibition
I did something recently that scared me in the best possible way. I put on my first exhibition. The Life and Death of Love became more than a book for a few weeks. I painted the cover across a wall, scattered autumn leaves across the floor, and let birdsong play in the background. Framed photographs … Continue reading The Exhibition
Quiet, it’s October (poem)
Autumn leaves fall silently. As silent as my lips have been lately. As quiet as my soul, not subdued just still. Letting those around me unravel with the wind. I stay silent. I turn inward with the curling leaves. And I breathe, so deeply, peacefully. Calm inside a world turned orange and gold. Nothing but … Continue reading Quiet, it’s October (poem)
To Love Like The Weather (poem)
Golden, light beams through my soulSoaking, rain falls liquid goldFeelings, deep like thunders roarLoving, hot heat lightning scorched Some days, love arrives like a change in the weather.Unannounced.Unruly.Unforgiving. It doesn’t ask.It doesn’t knock.It bursts into your life, trailing golden light and drenching you in something so radiant, you forget what it felt like to be … Continue reading To Love Like The Weather (poem)
The Power Of Real Words
There is a reason that some words hit differently. Those words get spilled directly out of a mind, of a heart, a soul. They are real. I don’t write poetry for it to be perfect or to be revolutionary but for it to be honest and raw. They come from me, from something that is … Continue reading The Power Of Real Words
The Afterlife of Love
Eight months ago, I stood in a room full of flowers, candles and friends and said yes to Steve. Not the yes I whispered to boys who didn’t love themselves, let alone me. This was a still yes. A yes with real meaning. A yes that meant I finally knew the difference between longing and … Continue reading The Afterlife of Love
I Have Questions (poem)
I have questions for you But I am older I'd love to take a shovel into my soft hands and dig But I am happy Motives and motivations lurk inside my shadow like devils But I am whole Memories mean nothing when they are broken But I am golden, Kintsugi I have questions for you … Continue reading I Have Questions (poem)
Sweet (poem)
My gardens a messBut life is sweetThe roses full bloom in the summer heat The daisies are soft under our bare feetAs we walk through the grassTo our own beat And its loveAnd we're free Under shade of the treesAnd when the rain fallsWe just dance in the streetForever is not enough time in your … Continue reading Sweet (poem)
The Force Between Us (poem)
There is a force between us,invisible yet palpable,a silent current that flows through our veins,binding us in ways mere words cannot capture.In the stillness of dawn,your breath mingles with mine,a delicate symphonythat plays the music of our souls.This force is not loud,it does not shout or demand,it whispers gently,like the caress of a summer breezethrough … Continue reading The Force Between Us (poem)
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