I have wanted to do this for a while—try something like hybrid writing and mix poetry with reflection. Writing about my day in a regular blog format would probably bore me—and my readers (you are awesome, by the way!). So this time I am slightly opening the door to...

I wanted to post this one warm and raw. This week’s six-sentence story feels more like a poem, and I was afraid that if I sat with it any longer, I’d over-refine it into something it isn’t. So it’s a bit of a crossbreed... an experiment for the blog hop or something...

It seems I had forgotten how the weekly six-sentence story prompts work… Last week, I thought I was late for the blog hop and ended up posting with the same prompt word as this time. The story itself can be found here. The weekly writing challenge is hosted by...

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 creative battle between vulnerability, raw emotion, and the desire to hit harder through poetry. (Authors Note) 19. Acceptance But mother, Can you not see He makes my heart sing My fingers...

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...