An Ode to Opportunity

Featured Image Source by Bruno Moraes Normally I don’t post poetry here; that’s for my side blog, A Room of My Own. But I figured since I’m still so emotional about the Mars rover Opportunity, I’d take a minute to mourn her loss on the main blog. I guess you could say I’m taking this opportunity to…

When a Book Finds You at Just the Right Time

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn found me when I was 11, the same age as the main character when the book begins. A Little Paris Bookshop found me just after a breakup. To the Lighthouse found me a few weeks ago— I guess I’ll figure out what brought her to me in the retrospective. But…

Gen-Z Job Hunting

Yes, I am Generation Z, thank you very much. Born in 1996, I fall between Millennial destruction and Gen-Z technological savoir-faire. I mean, I say things like “savoir-faire.” So I’m not exactly easy to categorize.  But the evidence is against me; being born in 1996 puts me in Generation Z, if we’re ignoring the fact that…

Milk Chocolate and Red

My mind thinks in terms of four o’clock.  Four, when I’d had to get ready for work.  Four, the only number that has two colors,  milk chocolate and red.  Four, the number of children, including me.  My soul thinks in terms of late afternoon light, And this is why I prefer it almost entirely.  Rarely…

I Am Not Young & Stupid: An Essay

I’ve recently been talking to my friends a lot about fun college stories that we’ve all heard. The crazy parties, antics and anecdotes of my older friends amuse me, but deep down, I know that life is not for me. I’m not a party person. I don’t like large groups. I don’t like the smell…

Unedited Poem #13: Horizon

even when the sky is at its darkest, even when sea and storm rage  against the shore, you can still see– always see– the inky line  of the horizon  winking, as if it knows of a soon-coming  light despite the blackest night.

Dappled III: Bonfire

My father set up the logs and kindling in the night. He left us in the day and told me I would be in charge. I went outside to birth the flame and shadow with my light, And in that flame, I saw my soul, alive though on the marge. In the shadow I could…

Unedited Poem #11: Pause

i stop to share  a quiet moment with the air.  a train in the  distance announces  its goodbye.  and the mountain  waits for my reply. 

Sneak Peek: Train Child

Author’s Note: I know I haven’t posted a real poem in a while but it’s only because I’ve been working on a whole lot of things. So here’s a sneak peek of one of the poems I’m working on, about living in the South and growing up in a small town.  I was born and…