This is a poem about how life has become so easy for us, almost too easy, and how we so easily get wrapped up in society that we forget about nature.
This is a story of a Christmas treasure hunt that my best friend Jordan Fowler and I orchestrated this month that wound us on the front page of the local newspaper and led us to start a nonprofit organization.
This is a poem that I wrote yesterday about excuses and how they are often used to justify our failures.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about my hero.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago in the woods after exploring a small trail that I had driven by many times and had never explored.
This is a poem that I wrote about how we try so hard to find a place in the world where we belong, when the only place we truly belong is within our own skin and behind our own eyes.
This is a poem that I started months ago and never finished. I took the title of it for the working tile (and potential official title) of my next poetry book, and I went back to it a few days ago to write the majority of it.
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago as I sat brewing in my excitement for what the near future has in store for me when I move!
This is a poem that I wrote recently about a bad dream that I had, that was painfully vivid and caused me to wake up in a bit of a panic. I often have these vivid dreams, but this one was particularly intense emotionally and inspired this poem.
This is a poem that I just wrote using the concept of a wallflower, in its meaning of a person who will show up in a social setting but avoid the spotlight. My great-uncle wrote a poem about a wallflower once that my mother liked, and though I haven't read it, I was inspired by it.