Visit WV Visit DC and see Titanoboa Go see Batman Go to the beach Play 18 holes Get my eyebrows done Read 5 books Make a strawberry shortcake Go to a Durham Bulls game Pick a major Finish my scrapbook …
Art is a Springboard for Poetry
Nature takes my breath away. Not as often as it used to, I admit, but frequently enough. When it does, I want to capture that feeling in poetry. Art has the same effect. Sometimes just looking at a painting brings …
Read My Heart
One of the many things I’m looking forward to this summer is visiting my family. One of my visits to West Virginia inspired me to write this poem: If you could read my heart. There’d be every name on my family tree. …
My Poetic Dilemma
I have a problem. Perhaps it’s not life-threatening (though my words would beg to differ). But it’s very important to me. I can’t finish my poems. I don’t know how they should end. This is not the case for all …
Last Day
Today is Friday May 4th, and it is my last day in Chapel Hill until the fall. Man am I feeling some emotions. Mostly happy because I am going home and have a break from all of the work. Also …
Full of Stars
Alone is no longer a word I understand the way I used to. It has no solo in my symphony of life, just a short bridge written in the song to make it sound right. And I am no better …
To My Unborn Child
This poem was inspired by a Twitter Trending Topic. It is a work in progress. It made me think about what I wanted not only for my child, but for everyone in the world, including myself. I hope you enjoy. …
Reflection
I was just skimming through my old journals and it amazes me at how much I have forgotten about the past years. Moments and emotions that were so strong just a moment ago, have faded away into memory’s long lost …
Best Time of My Life
I know that UNC-Chapel Hill was the place I was meant to be. I do not care the slightest bit about any other school in this country, any other school on this planet. Someone could hand me a full ride …
Last Full Week
Crazy. My last full week at home. We spend our lives as American adolescents waiting until we can finally say that we live on our own, or somewhere new, or any of the like. But I wonder, do we really …
