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I spent the past weekend down by the coast, where the ocean, with its salt-water waves, shells, winds, and sands, breathed life and inspiration into my soul. Ok, fine. The Gulf of Mexico isn’t technically an ocean, but it has salt-water waves, shells, winds, and sands, so it’s close enough. Since I’ve been having a … More The Final Toss
I write poems the best when the words ring true with emotion, so when I had an emotionally traumatizing experience recently, I decided to write a poem about it. Traumatizing may or may not be too strong of a word, but being dramatic is the tell-tale sign of a budding poet, which I consider myself … More Stained
My first time to Europe was when I was a wee eight-year old lassie. We were headed to Italy where we would spend two weeks, but first we stopped by London for two days because…well, London. I was too young to fully appreciate all of London’s magic, like the history, the ancient streets, the Tower, … More Nostalgia: England
One moment I am sound asleep in my bed. The next, I am sinking through my bed and plunging into the floor, as if I am made of water, or nothing at all. Then my stomach leaps out of my mouth and the rest of my body plummets through a dark chasm as black as … More Chasm of Memories
Sunlight streams through the window, trying to squeeze open my eyelids and wake me up with its golden radiance. I groan, feeling the cusp of a headache coming on as I glance at my watch and see the time. 5:30. I am beginning to doubt my decision to wake up so early on vacation. But … More Dawn at Hòn Vợ Chồng
Playing the piano is a curse in disguise. It’s an endless cycle of unspeakable joy and soul-crushing heartache. I listen to a beautiful piece, fall in love with it, and make it my life goal to learn how to play it inside and out. So I attack the daunting music sheets with vigor and fervor, … More The Lark – Glinka/Balakirev
The day dawned bright and blue, promising a glorious day of visiting ancient Greek ruins. After eating a simple breakfast of honey and tea (I’m part bear), we took off along the appointed path to none other than the Acropolis. I was tripping over myself in excitement. The path slanted upwards as we ascended the … More Athens: Jewel of the Ancient World
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