Don’t rush the sun in setting, Don’t join it at the end, But watch it creep across the sky, In whispers of the wind. Don’t ask to see it hurry, Don’t tell it ‘hasten now,’ But enjoy the quiet stillness, As it greets the old oak’s bough. Watch it bow and curtesy,To its weathered friend,Who… Continue reading don’t rush the sun in setting {original poem + linocut stamp}
Hello friends, happy Thursday. I have returned with yet another (and final) retrospective post about last year. At the beginning of 2021 I created a list of writing-themed goals to pursue. No surprise here: I did not accomplish them all (even though most of them were purposefully vague haha), but I am still rather glad… Continue reading in which I revisit my writing goals from 2021 and write new ones
Inspiration incarnates itself in a variety of mediums to a willing artist. It sometimes is grand and bold, but other times inspiration can be a quiet quirk, a small snippet of conversation, or a picture of the inward workings of a typewriter. I was originally planning to simply share a poem today for the reason… Continue reading We Found Inspiration in the Weirdest Places {a villanelle}
Heyoo friends, this week has been quite a bit busy as it's week of mock trial state competition, so I decided to share these two poems I've written recently, instead of skipping out of posting all together. I hope they make you smile and maybe stop to notice the sunset tonight. Until next week! (:… Continue reading Two Poems
I miss your smile but at leastI see your nose crinkle your eyes upand your freckles creasedas I know you radiate like the sun beneath.Like a sunrise sending colors spiraling to the heavens,even when the sun is hidden, just out of sight.Red roses fall, and the pink flush is warming.I miss your smile but know… Continue reading I miss your smile {poetry}
Last Wednesday it snowed six inches and it was lovely. I drove for the first time in sleet and snow, and now many days later there is still snow every where. This is an old poem of mine (probably my only good snow poem) and some pictures from this week for you all. Merry Christmas!… Continue reading …and so it snowed
Tomorrow I march with my team into battle. It's hard to summarize the experience of a full day of competition (I spent thirty minutes trying to explain it to two team mates the other day starting with the moment you wake before dawn and with numb fingers put on your suit to the moment the… Continue reading Last Minute Musings of the Courtroom Poet
Shoes squish and splutter across the muddy grass-pressed bank. With every step my sockless toes are washed and sprayed like dirty dishes in the sink. The water squeezed back and forth recycling remnants of Mr. McDowell’s pond into a natural green clean machine. I feel that I can wiggle my toes inside their slobbering cases… Continue reading Returning From an Afternoon Swim {poetry}
Like a flock of startled birds flapping out their wings for flight umbrellas in the crowd open wide. They bob like bottles in a stream, colors catching eyes but secrets corked inside. The taxi drivers honk like geese & grab which fish they can, pluck one up then drag it off with squeals and round… Continue reading Traffic in the City {poetry}
the rain-drenched writer. 