The. . . Stuck
And I always thought I knew what grief looked like – I had seen them before. Held a loved one…
The Weight
My lower back aches with the weight of another upon my shoulders. Yet the weight is seemingly all I have – what…
The Embrace
Grief, oh so graciously, hung around to remind me I was not alone. Grief held my hand when I felt lonely;…
The Quiet
So quiet – I failed to realize they were there. They took a seat amongst my things, made themselves comfortable…
The Understanding
Grief came through my front door quietly one morning. This was the first note I wrote down one night…
The “Process”
My poetry writing “process” is all over the map. Some days poetry will fall from the sky and into my…
Where am I Going?
When it came time to begin the learning for my free inquiry project, I struggled motivating myself to get it…
Poetry and Me
Poetry was something I happened upon by accident. It was a beautiful surprise that helped me through some of my…