In life there come times and places for change and transformation to occur, often cyclically. My life so far has been a whirlwind of such cycles of change, and as I find myself facing an upcoming journey, I have been preparing for yet another move, per usual to an eventual destination unknown. I believe plans… Continue reading premature nostalgia, and living in the present.
The water feels perfect this time of year. There’s hardly anyone at the beach, and you know that’s the way I like it.
I want to scream and for you to actually hear.
In the buttery, iron taste of the aftermath, food will not fill me. A pill will not clear me of this, and sleep does not always lend itself to rest.
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
I didn’t learn the most about teaching from school, nor from any teacher-training course, internship, mentorship, or apprenticeship program. Rather, I learned how to teach from a three- and a four-year-old.
I want you to know I respect your relationship. I know that you love her, and I will not do anything to get in the way. Even still, I cannot change how I feel. I have been down this road before, with unavailable men. I fall deeper into the rut of unreturned sentiment. I read the… Continue reading to “the one” who is busy loving someone else