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...
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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 #11
Part of my poetry and reflections project, Margins of the First Draft — a piece about how writing, like standing naked before a crowd, can leave us exposed and powerful all at once. (Authors Note) 11. He made her a Feral cat Oh He makes me go feral,Look at me. A...
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 #9
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a piece about the courage to feel, to love without demands, and to say it out loud.A moment where poetry and pure emotion meet. (Authors Note) 9. She waited, afraid she has to look him in the eyes So I stood...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #8
A reflection on love, beauty, and quiet desperation — part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft. Emotional writing inspired by the haunted dreams of a young woman in love. (Authors Note) 8. Dearest mother, I am going to see him Dearest mother, Today I...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #7
Part of my poetry collection Margins of the First Draft — a quiet confession about love, longing, and life's simple, sinful pleasures. (Authors Note) 7. a lust was born And maybe We could Share a kiss or two, Let our worlds align Poetry on the Margins #7 Where the...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #2
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of personal poetry and raw reflections.Here, I wonder whether words alone could ever set someone on fire, or at least, leave a little ghost behindA little magic. A little haunting.(Authors Note Here) 2. a...
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.
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