What to this breeze for a mortal like man Conquering mountains, as best we can   What to this shiver the winter will bring Foraging snow, what goodness will bring   What to this home that I have kept quaint  When seasons bring turbulent summers and spring   What to this path currently on Will ...

“Do more of what lights your soul on fire.” That is the intriguing quote on the cover of my new journal. It is the reason I was drawn to it. The verb do suggests action, enthusiasm, movement. This is not talking about binge-watching your favorite show or YouTubers, or spending hours on social media debating ...

Snowflakes big as coins soggy, sullen, sorrowful Tulips will soon bloom.

I always thought that writers had a desk they needed to sit at in order for the ideas to start coming out. I thought they had a very specific routine where they had to have their favorite beverage just the right temperature and it couldn’t be anything less than perfect. This is why I didn’t ...

Commencement Day is finally here. As Monet entered the building, excitement built as she saw her friends huddled in a corner, chatting vibrantly about their day ahead.  She slipped into her gown and fidgeted with her cap, waiting to jump into a few quick shots with her cohort. I have a Masters degree, she thought ...

Exhaustion devours my body – I cannot take anymore   With heavy eyes weary arms slither slowly behind your back   You cradle my head in your pockets   Like an unwritten journal my secrets held   Cheeks cradled in your smoothness allow my dream catcher to prevail   Firmness maintained sweet whispers attained transports ...

I have struggled my whole life to find that one thing I’m more passionate about above all else. Growing up, I wanted to be everything from a teacher to a singer to a lawyer to an astronomer. When I was about 11, I decided I wanted to be a fashion designer, and this is the ...

He shook with small blades of grass for a millisecond, like he was slow dancing with a dream.     Our eyes locked misty-white, vacant.   When I got to him a red-tinged hue of departure had already taken him.   I pulled a tattered letter from his fingers, the one he asked me to ...