It’s my first week off in 52 weeks. But I wrote a haiku. I couldn’t help it! I will not be posting this on social media, but if you do happen to read this, thank you!
I wrote this poem in large part because, during school holidays, my friends and I made a habit of spending our time together between the hours of 10pm and sunrise. Game nights lasted for hours, and we showed no signs of ever getting sick of each other, somehow. Two weeks into my senior year ofContinue reading “missing midnight”
“La aurora” is the time between darkness and dawn. The closest I’ve come to describing that exact moment is “daybreak”. Mornings have the tendency to blur together these days. I’ve taken to lighting candles in order to ground myself in this new reality of work/school/life from home. What grounds you?
Hello! It’s my first day of senior year tomorrow. And it’s a friend’s first day of her first year tomorrow, too. And although I regularly write my fair share of very sad poems, I just very badly wanted to write something happy tonight. I am so grateful for a great many things. There is soContinue reading “laugh big!”
I often struggle with knowing what to write. I started this blog to write about things that matter. To me. To someone. I’m about one month away from week 52, and I don’t really know how I feel about that. More often than not, I quip that each week may finally be “the week.” TheContinue reading “i am here”
Last week’s poem was pretty heavy and pretty personal, so I decided to shake things up a bit. After reading this week’s piece, let me know if you can tell how many romcoms I’ve watched this week. Pretty sappy stuff. Enjoy!
This weekend, my father, my sister, and I climbed to the peak of Jamaica’s Blue and John Crow Mountains. It was a challenge. And it wasn’t really our challenge. It was one of my mom’s bucket list destinations. We did our best to get her there. I wore her sneakers. Talk about walking a mileContinue reading “i climbed to the Blue Mountain peak”
Hi! I have been so tired recently. I’ve found it exceedingly difficult to write. All I can muster are short poems about visceral emotion. Hoping to write something more long-form soon! Here is my latest heart song. Thank you for reading.
This week’s piece is a rhyme-y poem about the world. Or rather, about all the varied experiences that different people can have on a single night. It was written on a sad, sleepy evening. Thanks for reading.