National Poetry Month: let’s read, write and celebrate!

April is National Poetry Month and as a poet myself, I want to share some poems that I have written in the past few months. Poetry is something that is personal and impersonal at the same time. Poets are capable of writing about a specific incident in their lives while millions of people are stillContinue reading “National Poetry Month: let’s read, write and celebrate!”

Photo Story Friday: Seven steps to stitch

Lost in her art, lost for hours, lost in her own world away from the pain, the panic, the people. She can take it as slow or as fast as she wants. Sitting alone for hours, clearing her mind of nothing except for strategies to make different stitches and knots. There is no other activityContinue reading “Photo Story Friday: Seven steps to stitch”

Photo Story Friday: Walking Revelations

I want to write for myself, as myself. One that has not been inspired to write just for the love of it in eight months or so. My mind has been distracted, filled with worry, and has simply been tired. I took a walk by myself a few weeks ago. This is something that hasContinue reading “Photo Story Friday: Walking Revelations”

Photo Story Friday: Lakeside Clarity

Bubbling beneath her feet, the cool waters of Lake Michigan rolled on and off the sandy shores. The waters had not always been this cold, but because of the especially cold winter the state of Michigan had made it through, there were still chilly remnants that had lasted into the month of July. The unexpectedContinue reading “Photo Story Friday: Lakeside Clarity”

Photo Story Friday: London Street Art

Alice Bernard, a French immigrant works the night shift at a local Boots pharmacy and by day, paints with chalk in Trafalgar square. Born and raised in France by a farmer and midwife, she never learned English. She has learned some basic phrases for her pharmacy job, but the job only requires Alice to restockContinue reading “Photo Story Friday: London Street Art”

Photo Story Friday: Thoughts of the Innocent

Small. Fragile. Insignificant. Who sees her worth? Who takes time to turn an eye towards a creature such as this when there are so many other sights to be seen? She could fade away, break a wing, no one would notice. Who would really care? In the city, there is rarely a break from theContinue reading “Photo Story Friday: Thoughts of the Innocent”

Photo Story Friday: Pumpkin Picking

Friendly Reminder: This story is completely fictional. However, it is based off of a collaboration of my friends’ experiences along with my own. No character is to be an exact portrayal of a real person. The messages went something like this: “Hey how’s your day?” “Not too bad, thinking about you.” “I’m excited for Saturday,Continue reading “Photo Story Friday: Pumpkin Picking”

Photo Story Friday: City Poems

Warning: the following story and poems may trigger people who have had experiences with mental illness. I don’t mean to scare or shame these people. I want everyone to know that it is okay to let people in and seek help if you are struggling. In this story, Jane’s mom makes a smart decision. SheContinue reading “Photo Story Friday: City Poems”

Photo Story Friday: Burning Calories

Running through sand burns more calories that just walking on the street right? Abby asked herself as she picked up her pace and raced across the shores of north-east lake Michigan. It was only nine o’clock in the morning so the sand was still cool from the night before. Abby, as always, was in aContinue reading “Photo Story Friday: Burning Calories”

Photo Story Friday: The Sand and the Sea

There is a love-hate relationship between the rolling waves of the ocean and the soft, sandy shores. Each day brings a new cycle of the romance that is rotating faster than the common man can process. The cycle begins in the early morning. The brilliant sun scales the horizon with rising warmth from behind theContinue reading “Photo Story Friday: The Sand and the Sea”

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