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...
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #14
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...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #13
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...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #12
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on heartbreak, vulnerability, and the messy beauty of moving forward, even when the words get stuck. (Authors Note) 12. He was the sea And there was I Trembling My love was A fierce tempest...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #10
This piece from Margins of the First Draft captures the feeling of being completely undone by someone's presence.A little poetry about love, chemistry, wonder, and the helpless beauty of it all. (Authors Note) 10. Belladonna in her eyes Like a maiden in love, With my...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #5
This piece from Margins of the First Draft is a letter — to my mother, to myself, to anyone who has ever survived the deep seas of emotion. A small reflection on love, poetry, mental health, and the beauty of feeling everything deeply. (Authors Note) 5. Mother, look...
Six-Sentence Story With Audiobook – Dead Poet
The smell of cinnamon in the room, a burnt candle on the bedside table, an empty bottle of Shiraz on the floor beside the ivory bed, and finally… a lady clutching onto a tattered book while tangled in her silken sheets with a tear running down her cheek.
Six-Sentence Story With Audiobook – Ember
At night, when Ember lies down in her bed and listens to the rain softly running down her skylights she travels the worlds unknown to men.
Tonight was no exception; she was running in a maze to find her prince, a man she hardly knew but a face he had.
Six-Sentence Story With Audiobook – FLUID
“You are a weird one, aren’t you?”
His words echoed in my brain as I had been decrypted and my secrets, they flung from the pages onto which I had been painting my love for him – with droplets of the sweetest words that I had accumulated over the years.
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