Someone recently told me that I’m good at conclusions, or something like that. I’m good at concluding things. I wouldn’t disagree, but I think sometimes I go too far in cutting things off before their time, for the sake of moving on. Whenever I go away on holidays, the last morning is always wobbly. Knowing … Continue reading Conclusions and Closure
I think I posted this poem a few months ago, then deleted it, but now it's back because it's one of my favourites and I haven't posted a poem in a little while. You can read here why I posted poems then deleted them and am now reposting some. Filling (written by Sarah Bennett) My … Continue reading Filling / Poem
I wrote this poem upon walking around the streets I grew up on, though not the ones I became a grown-up on. The poem doesn't feel polished, but I thought I'd post it here anyway and give you a Friday read. There is a girl, and she is eleven. She knows what it is to … Continue reading Success / Poem
I’ve gone from one floral journal to another. I wonder what thoughts and emotions and prayers and poems I will capture this year. I wonder what will fill those pages. I wonder when I will return to the journal of 2020, and if I’ll like what I find there. I wonder if 2021 will be … Continue reading Welcoming the New Year
Exist (written by Sarah Bennett) there are days when I exist solely for myself / that is not to say the past has not happened / only that I hold my own hand / the girl at eleven / fifteen / twenty two / I smooth back her hair / I tell her we are … Continue reading Exist / Poem
the softest words 