BLOG 2025
20 Feb 2025
Some of the poems in this collection have been with me for years. Others arrived on their own time. No, seriously, some of them took months to write, two of them even over a year, and others might have been made in days, hours, or even mere minutes. Each one of these poems carries something personal, a quiet grief, a yearning, a longing. All of them carrying the weight of moments I thought I had left behind.
17 Feb 2025
The Story of Shattered Pieces.
16 Feb 2025
This isn’t a call for reassurance, just an honest moment. Creating in the dark, when the numbers don’t love you back, is hard. And I know I’m not the only one who feels it, but there aren't enough voices telling the world the darker truths of being a creator.
7 Feb 2025
February moves fast, doesn’t it? One moment, the year is stretching open before us, the next we’re caught in its current. This post should have been up a little bit earlier, but sometimes, time slips through the cracks. Maybe that’s fitting, because today I want to talk about contradictions. About holding two truths in your hand and letting them breathe.
BLOG 2024
24 Dec 2024
When the Most Wonderful Time of the Year Isn’t the Most Wonderful
18 Dec 2024
A friend recently suggested the topic for this post: "What themes keep showing up in your poetry, or in the poetry of the writers you love?" I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about it. It’s such a simple yet personal question.
15 Dec 2024
We all have stories that shape us, moments we replay in our memories long after they’re gone. Some are joyful, others painful, and some are transformative in ways we don’t immediately recognize. For me, there were 27 weekends that marked the end of a chapter and the beginning of a new one.
15 Dec 2024
The holiday season is one of wonder, magic, and cosiness, but let’s face it, sometimes the Christmas shopping sneaks up on us last minute. I know I can't be the only one stressing and scrambling to find just the perfect gift for someone. Right?
14 Dec 2024
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19 Nov 2024
There are plenty of people who believe night owls like me need to “fix” our sleep habits, as if those quiet, dark hours don’t count, or as if we’re missing out by "choosing" night over day. But I wonder, what if nighttime is actually when we’re closest to our true selves? What if there’s something uniquely powerful about the stillness, something that’s hard to see in the bright light of day?