This is a poem that I wrote more than two years ago that just never made it onto the blog, but it just so happens that I am finally starting a monthly newsletter that is named after this poem! Please give it a read and subscribe to my newsletter for a more in-depth look on my writing process, projects, and other things!
This is a poem that I wrote about how someone might forget you more and more each day, as you continue to remember them, and how that can spark a creativity in you that spreads like fire.
This is a poem about coming to peace with the bitter truth that on the greater scheme of humanity, our mark in history will never be as big as we would like, and how the names of almost everyone who lives are eventually forgotten.
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 have been wanting to write for a while and finally sat down to write last night. I think we are often so quick to judge others and find them irritating, but we don't take the time to try and understand what they might have going on beneath the surface.
This is a poem that I started months ago and never finished. I took the title of it for the working title (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 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.
This is a poem that I wrote yesterday about how time has changed me so much and my perception of the world, but despite how much I feel like I burn, I always seem to rise from my ashes and persist as life goes on.
As the title suggests, this is another poem written in spite of writer's block. It is meant to be read quickly, almost like a rap, and was an effort to get as creative as I could with rhyme scheme in order to fight against writer's block and get the creativity flowing once again.
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