The Machine I Became
I wrote this after another day where I looked up and it was already evening, and I could not tell…
Read poemI wrote this after another day where I looked up and it was already evening, and I could not tell…
Read poemI have been having one of those stretches where the morning feels okay and by afternoon everything just slows down…
Read poemI wrote this one morning when I was sitting at my desk, staring at my screen, and I realized I…
Read poemOne of those quiet mornings when pain feels like an unwelcome roommate who never leaves. Living with chronic pain changes…
Read poemI wrote this poem on a quiet Sunday morning, watching the steam rise from my cup of tea. There’s something…
Read poemI wrote this poem because life is beautifully chaotic, and sometimes you just have to laugh at the daily madness…
Read poemI wrote this poem after we had that perfect evening on the lakeside. We watched stars come out one by…
Read poemI wrote this poem during a heatwave while sitting on our porch swing. The world seemed to slow down to…
Read poemwatching the sun fade while standing barefoot in grass as ordinary moments turn golden at day’s end magic happens in…
Read poemLife is a journey, full of ups and downs, twists and turns. This poem reflects on the cyclical nature of…
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