21

Photos from the day I turned 21 These two friends drove all the way from CO to visit me !! 🙂

Much needed (rest)

I am trying not to wish for a time in the past, reaching for the gold of a sun that has already set. Implying that I am discontent with where I am now, the current circumstances, a season of increased stress and harder work. But lately I have been craving the summer, when a drive…

For each ecstatic instant

For each ecstatic instantWe must in anguish payIn keen and quivering ratioTo the ecstasy This stanza from a Dickinson poem has stuck with me ever since I saw it the first time, flipping through a book of her poetry while at the bookstore (ah the pre-corona days, which have gifted me with appreciation and protection…

Lighthouse

the one that started it all

1/15/2015 Running to autumn some years later, 5/17/2018 Running back to autumn thankfully, we have reached someday

The sunrise {anotha poem}

5:03 AM This was written after getting up early to watch the comet NEOWISE from the local table mountain. Above us, just the large expanse of sky stretching in every direction with a beautiful smear of stars and dawn colors. And even the sky is just a small window to the rest of the universe.…

a single poem

poems

hello, I hope you're doing well These poems chronicle my insights and emotions throughout different points these past two semesters. My hope is that you've gathered a theme of redemption, promises of healing, a ringing of truth in the midst of lies that insist the valley is endless.

Back into the Swing

Here we are, me and my consciousness, back in Golden, Colorado at the brink of another year of college. It's like resting at the crest of a big roller coaster drop before everything whooshes by, waiting for the exhilarating rush. No fear, just anticipation and a taste of eagerness to get started. Having lived in…

And I escape into my own world

Creative writing is like reading--it takes you to impossible, unimaginable yet somehow imaginable places. Except that you start out with more control, a choice of direction until the characters and story write themselves. Like reading, writing is an immersion, an escape, a refuge. Sometimes writing is more--a pallet for creativity and freedom and peace and…