Oh, but she is gentle and at peace, this 'winged figure' of exalted atmosphere... A man who watched me watching her found the resemblance quite uncanny, the only differences he saw were 'wings of faith.' Art inspiring art at the Art Institute of Chicago.
Day 6: Shoeboxes on the Top Shelf – The Dilemma of Dead Flowers
Come on, little girl, bring them flowers inside, hurry now, dry 'em and die 'em... Too good for garbage cans but nothing jist the same. What do you do with the beautiful memories when love ends?
Day 5: 100-Meter Dash – Seeing Myself Through Someone Else’s Eyes
Face set hard, cold somewhere beyond the finish line... explain me this: why do you run this race while I watch you? A college poem exploring perfectionism through the lens of someone watching me run.
Day 4: The Cliff – A Seventh Grader’s First Real Poem
The stresses build, forming a rigid cliff, off which I plunge, towards the raging seas below... My first real poem from 7th grade - raw emotion from a young girl learning that deep feelings aren't a death sentence.
Finding Words After Tragedy: Why We Write Through Grief
When Joshua died, I thought words were useless against such pain. But I discovered that writing through tragedy isn't wasted—it's how we make meaning from what feels meaningless.
Day 3: Form of Death – Raw Grief at My Grandfather’s Grave
I kneel before you, grass imprints on my hands and knees... The dirty, gray, aging stone tries to tell me you're not here anymore, but I feel you. A raw, visceral poem of grief written at my grandfather's grave.
Day 2: Beneath the Cherry Blossoms – A Love Letter to My American Dream
You are my American Dream, I found you there beneath the cherry blossoms... In thirty years, we sit beneath the cherry blossoms reading Tolkien or Chesterton aloud. A love poem set against Washington D.C.'s iconic spring beauty.
Day 1: When April Doesn’t Fool – Finding a Friend in Spring Blossoms
I saw you on 21st Avenue today, exactly one month since the accident... You were there today, too, between the branches; just beyond the blue. A tender poem about finding a lost friend in spring blossoms.
When Death Comes on St. Patrick’s Day: Stories Interrupted
St. Patrick's Day will never be the same. This is the story of the day my world changed forever (twice!) and how love persists even when the person is gone.
The Last Spring: A Story of Love and Loss
Some seasons carry extra weight because you don't know they're the last. This is the story of Joshua's final spring and how it changed everything about how I see life and love.
Writer's Growth 