A few months ago, fellow poet Evelyn brought the concept of a villanelle to my attention. This poetry structure piqued my interest because its many rules involve repetition and rhyme, things that I find very epic in a poem. Little did I know that in actually crafting this poem, I would come face to face … More To Catch Floating Ribbons of Dream // a villanelle
Time is a funny creature. Sometimes it collapses upon itself and hours feel like seconds. Sometimes it stretches and expands like a giant flat spider, creeping slowly along. But recently for me, it barely seems to exist at all. I open my eyes in the morning and my mind spins. Didn’t I just do that? … More Time // a poem
Some artistic people don’t like boundaries in their creative process. They think it’s too strict, too limiting, too extinguishing of creativity. I…am not one of those people. I’ve found that guidelines help channel the explosion of rainbow sparkles that is my creativity into a productive way, which is always a good thing. Especially with poetry. … More Search for Happiness // an abc poem
I was laying in bed the other night, thinking about a book. Not any one in particular. Just a physical book, how its weight rests in my hands, how its worn, wrinkly pages feel under my fingertips, how it smells (yes, I’m a shameless book-sniffer), when I realized that books have a lot in common … More Bà – A Poem for Grandmothers
Dragging myself out of bed at 4:30 a.m., flying for over twenty hours across the Pacific Ocean, and being stuck in an airport for six hours results in messy hair, extreme boredom, and the lovely phenomenon of circadian desynchrony, more commonly known as jet lag. I won’t get into the details of why we ended … More Ode to Jet Lag
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
The Voyaging Storyteller 