May 8Congratulations; I’m lyingThe last time I wore this dress Was just so you could take it off. I wear the sweatshirt you loved, Even though its softness has faded… — The last time I wore this dress Was just so you could take it off. I wear the sweatshirt you loved, Even though its softness has faded And it’s not like it will ever bring you back. I started closing my closet door at night, Just like you always did. Maybe it…Poetry On Medium1 min read
Apr 29When It’s January in AprilI live in the past because it’s easier than trying to meet you here. I will always love someone I shouldn’t. — I live in the past because it’s easier than trying to meet you here. I will always love someone I shouldn’t. I am cold brew on a Tuesday morning in January when the waves of Lake Michigan are still, motionless islands of ice. …Poetry1 min read
Apr 4Black TulipsLike the black tulips blooming in my front yard, I have always been out of place here. More of a winter than a summer girl, Too cold for… — Like the black tulips blooming in my front yard, I have always been out of place here. More of a winter than a summer girl, Too cold for the fall but not warm enough To be spring. Neutral, maybe, is better for me. I bloom in awkward places. Bony knees and…Poetry2 min read
Mar 24Train Platform PoetryIt’s the way I only feel comfortable in black, And how my idea of a good time is pretending that time doesn’t exist at all. Thoreau said… — It’s the way I only feel comfortable in black, And how my idea of a good time is pretending that time doesn’t exist at all. Thoreau said you couldn’t kill time without injuring eternity. So, I have chosen to hide from it instead. …Poetry2 min read
Jan 16I Just Want To Stage Dive At My WeddingExpectations — Expectations I remember thinking at a young age that marriage would not be for me. It felt like a trap. A way to lose any and all of the freedom I always knew I wanted for myself. Marriage felt like a dark cloud looming over me, just waiting for the…Creative Writing7 min read
Jan 15A Short Note About Moving OnAnd for the first time, I didn’t notice 35th street. — And for the first time, I didn’t notice 35th street. I looked up, and you were already long gone. Forgetting someone is a funny thing. One moment, you can’t drink your coffee or take the train or walk down the street without thinking of them. And then out of nowhere…Moving On1 min read
Jan 8Mosaic Woman (Part II)7. Good Enough — 7. Good Enough I will never forget the day I looked into the mirror and decided that the only acceptable part of my face was my eyes. I was only in middle school and yet already so aware of who the world expected me to be. I remember pausing in…Creative Writing7 min read
Jan 1Mosaic Woman (Part I)(TW: Eating Disorders & Body Dysmorphia) — (TW: Eating Disorders & Body Dysmorphia) Morning Musings Each morning I wake up and look into my mirror so it can decide what kind of day I am going to have. Will it allow me to see past my physical imperfections or will I continue to be consumed by them…Creative Writing5 min read
Dec 31, 2021This Is My Last Poem About YouEvery time I think of Florida I think of you. — Every time I think of Florida I think of you. I never used to notice Edgar Allan Poe, But now, I see him everywhere. I pretend that I can see your old university from the train window. The green line goes by, and I search every car. Every face. Hoping…Creative Writing2 min read
Dec 30, 2021Friends Don’t Let Friends Date People From West CountyWe drive into his gated community in Chesterfield, Missouri, and he tells me that this is where some of the St. Louis Cardinals players… — We drive into his gated community in Chesterfield, Missouri, and he tells me that this is where some of the St. Louis Cardinals players live. I look around at all of the mansions, in awe of the fact that people really live this way. Just a few minutes into this…Creative Non Fiction6 min read
