On a Sunday evening I found myself thinking that I had been wanting to return to my blog, and also to writing prompts again. Unfortunately the link-up for the Six-Sentence Story ends on Saturday evening, so I was a little late for the blog hop part. Still, I wrote...

I have not been actively posting poetry or anything for a while, partly because of time, but mostly because I think something else is happening. Something deeper and more transformative within myself… I feel like I’ve reached a point in life where my own thoughts are...

The final piece of Margins of the First Draft — a quiet farewell in the form of poetry and a thank you to those who inspire, create, and keep beauty alive through art. I’m a little sad that this is the last piece of this section.Hopefully, I’ll create more in the...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on the courage it takes to love, and the way love reshapes us every time. (Authors Note) 19. Acceptance But mother, Can you not see He makes my heart sing My fingers dancing on the keys of an old...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on the creative battle between vulnerability, raw emotion, and the desire to hit harder through poetry. (Authors Note) 18. Digging her own Grave " Yes, writing poems about him... was a luxury... I...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on undying love, theatrical heartbreak, and the emotional writing that keeps memories alive. (Authors Note) 17. Realization her love won't die And so I have been doomed, to walk this earth Without...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on how heartbreak can turn into melodrama, art, and a little wild beauty through emotional writing. (Authors Note) 16.For love to let her go Oh Dear Lord At this state, A knife Straight into this...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on emotional writing, longing, and the desire to preserve fleeting feelings through art. (Authors Note) 15. In Desperation she cried What is the worth of my love If I can not paint the city walls...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on how love changes us, challenges us, and sometimes quietly saves us.Emotional writing about transformation through love and loss. (Authors Note) 14. Her heart was eating her alive Oh God, oh...

Part of my poetry and reflections project, Margins of the First Draft — a piece about feeling deeply, carrying small childhood truths, and turning them into honest writing. (Authors Note) 13. Foolish girl My foolish heart, Like my mothers favorite vase Plummeting from...