Category: writing

  • Day 9: waiting to exhale

    if this is the last poem i ever write, let it bethe final exhale of a life well-lived abundant with love and laughter long walks among the wildflowers my toes in wet sand, damp earthyour hand in mind your smile calling mine outside to play as the sun goes to sleep in its dusky peach…

  • Day 8: enjambment (an attempt)

    in the terrifying dark amidst all of the sounds and smellsthat send her pulse racing nostrils flaring outa rumble and then light air sweet and thick with familiar scents like fresh wet earth sandalwood cedar she bolts rageand fear drivingas she attacksattacksattacks then realization asthe world unfolds around her f r e e d o…