The last thing I wanted to do was to start travel blogging. I find blogs not exactly my style. I can write them, mostly if other people ask me to, but when it comes to my own website and creative projects, blogging can sometimes feel like pulling teeth. Maybe it’s because I’m driven by emotion.… Continue reading “you’re in the right place.”
I write poems for people. At parks, cafés, craft shows, art markets, and even sometimes (rather creepily) on the bus. I fell into this accidentally. Initially, I held resistance to the idea. I thought people would hate it, or that it would be too much pressure to write on the spot. But then I gave… Continue reading what dreams are made of
Why do I numb myself from feeling the deepness and the fullness to the rawest degree?
For what feels like centuries, I have been traveling along the healing path. Healing from what? Who knows. Healing from every dark stare and all the secondhand smoke that has infiltrated my lungs. Healing from every whispered shout of Shh! Not now. Healing from ounces of food withheld from or shoveled through my lips. Healing… Continue reading a writer’s dilemma: do we fear balance?
A few months ago, I wrote a piece that generated far more attention than I’m used to. Part of the reason I write is because I am introverted, and my thoughts and feelings don’t always translate verbally, but for whatever reason, when put into written words, I can articulate what is inside a bit easier.… Continue reading you never know where life will take you
When you feel like you are going crazy, I just have one word for you: Good. Or rather, two more: Keep going. When the whole world stares, wide-eyed, at the wreck, and you can’t stop your mouth from running: keep spilling the beans, and let it all out. Just keep moving forward. When you’re dancing in… Continue reading for when you feel crazy: let it all out
Today was one of those days. You know the type. The kind where your mind floated away just as fast as the sun, and somehow you found yourself walking home along lamp lit, cobbled streets, one earbud in place and the other construing sounds of all the people you’ll never meet. And suddenly you found… Continue reading dream to write, or write to dream?