Sometimes my mind races, Pondering the unknown. Never really settling on a subject, Roaming without a destination. Frenzy and fear creeps in. Drowning in the worries, Gasping for air, swallowing the lump in my throat. My heart beats into my ears. A fuzziness bogs my brain. My eyes shut. Reverberations ringing at a high pitch.… Read More Just Breath
Being a graduate student, as well as living in our current time, issues of how, when, and whom to date always seem to surface in conversation. I wrote a blog post last year about being ’26 and okay with it.’ Reflecting after that post, reflecting about life, and reflecting about how this year has gone,… Read More Last real love
When I look up at the moon And I think of what you see, I know that it’s the same moon And hope you are thinking about me. Somewhere far across the mountains Or across the rolling tides Maybe through a forest Or abruptly in a line. I don’t know what you look like, Or… Read More One Sun. One Moon.
“What is love? Baby don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me. No more…” Sometimes, don’t you seem to find yourself asking that very same question? 🙂 Being a graduate student, as well as living in our current time, issues of how, when, and whom to date always seem to surface in conversation. I wrote a blog… Read More Love Languages
My eyes. Optic, Oculomotor, Trochlear, and Abducens Nuclei. Moving in all directions. Watching you glide from one task to another. Dilating to allow light in to see things more clearly. They see you for you. My mouth. Tongue elevating to articulate words of gratitude and passion. Muscles of facial expression, activated to emote the pain, fear, and… Read More The human body
Tick, tock. The sound of the clock. Lub, dub. The sound of my heart beat. In, out. The flow of my breath. Sun, moon. The change of time. Air, water. Elements we need in order to live. On, off. Switching the circuit to power our day-to-day. Left, right. The path I must choose. Up, down.… Read More Tick, tock.
I’ve been inspired by the blog posts that other bloggers have been posting, especially those involving poetry. I am usually the type to write poems that rhyme or even limericks, bringing it back to 4th grade English with Mrs. Broom. However, there’s something really beautiful about non-rhyming prose. When I first moved to Phoenix after… Read More Progress, Not Perfection