You’re sitting in a quiet room.There’s a chair in front of you. No clipboard.No clock ticking on the wall. And in that chair,Is someone who looks like you.Older. Calmer. They’re your therapist for today. You don’t speak right away.You look down, and pick at your fingers.You wonder what this is supposed to be. They wait.But […]
There’s a poem in my book Wander Under My Sun titled Disappointed. I remember writing it with tears sitting just behind my eyes. I couldn’t cry. But the emotions were heavy on my chest. This poem felt deeply personal. Still does. It came from a pattern I saw too many times. Someone would meet me
I came across a trend on Instagram where poets were sharing poems about meeting their past selves. This was inspired by a poem written by Jennae Cecelia in her poetry book, Deep In My Feels, which is available for pre-order. It made me pause. I thought about my past self: the version of me who
I’ve always been drawn to beautiful things: art, design, poetry. I often look at people’s work and wonder what spoke to them? What inspired every stroke of ink or every smite of pen? I scroll through Pinterest sometimes, looking at all these hand-drawn pieces of art. Some of them have uneven lines, maybe even look
