DANCE IN INK

Grant + Kate. Sometimes dreams are fragile tiny things and they break easily; sometimes they harden into something strong and tangible...

It all started with cookie butter. At first taste, I fell in love. Smooth and creamy, like evenings in the summer, this spread captured...

”…You know…I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it...

1. This was my favorite wedding ever. Fact: I hate weddings. They give me anxiety and I get claustrophobic around large crowds. 2. I hung...

Red geraniums bloom in the peaceful chapel yard Where many souls have crumbled into dust, All that remains are marble monuments And...

“The path to healing and vulnerability is first being open and vulnerable to yourself.” Because when you write a blog post the best thing...

You stitched my organs with a thread You hoped would bring me back. You sat and wept over my fluttering heart that Longed to fly, ached...

Somedays I wonder why I created a blog if, in two years, I hardly blog. But I have found the reason why. I started it to share my poetry....

Two older ladies came into the store today. One had a blue jacket and the other a cream blazer. They didn’t know what they were doing,...

I hold it in my hands, Newly birthed and quaking In its raw and unharmed state. Carefully I turn it around, Inspecting all the curves and...

It will be a normal day, With a normal pink across normal snow, A normal sun, a normal sky, A normal shower with a normal song, A normal...

Silently, I stare at my dreams, Reflected in the cracked mirror, Beholding the sunsets of past days, Wondering if it all turned out....

I find myself holding the knife of anger, Ready to cut into my soul, Ready to rip apart my being, Ready to give in to the anxiety...

It seems hard to believe it has been one year since our hearts were ripped apart. The sun still rises every day, and sets every evening....

Scream up into the sky until your throat is raw and dry, Hurl the newly birthed words into the crying purple sky Until your gaze is...

Who am I, to be worthy enough to view a stunning sunset, stretched across miles of desolate winter landscape. How could I be worthy...

In the city of no roads, The dolphins came back. Where transportation Takes only watercraft. The people are gone, done, Tourism is nil....

Isn’t it funny how life yanks you by the hand and careens around the corner, How you gasp for air that isn’t there, How you feel thrown...

Some nights I consider myself a star gazer. Other nights I’m a moon gazer. Most nights, I sit out on the stoop and I become a space...

I am reminded of Heaven when I see the blend of lilac and rose in the western sky. I am reminded of Heaven when I feel the breeze playing...