an explanation
In the Fall of last year I wrote ten different pieces for the season. They were meant to feel cozy and comforting and melancholy. I decided to do the same for Spring, but instead of being the kind of pieces best read while twisted in a large blanket, I hope that this will be a book you can read while sipping tea under a warm sun. I hope that these stories will refresh you, delight you, and bring bright smiles to your face. I hope they make your heart a little lighter and your smile a little sweeter.
a quote to start it off right
I've spent a life chasing stories to tell when I'm old. (Atticus)
an invitation
Come chase stories with me. The world is being renewed, and there's plenty of fresh adventures out there. Some of my stories will be fact, and some will be fiction. I'll leave it to you to decide which is which.
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dedication(s)
you, the blue sky I have an ongoing romance with, and my lover
schedule
Spring is 13 weeks long, so I am aiming for a one chapter a week, with three grace weeks
advance apology
I am struggling under a large load of things to do, and I would like to thank the enormous amount of coffee I intend to be drinking in advance, because it's going to save me. But if I am not active, I apologize in advance. I'm probably sleeping.
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list of works:
3.21.18 | a poem
the kind of poem my boyfriend is; written for World Poetry Day, and also because he said the poems I wrote him made him feel warm and fuzzy inside
green | a poem
it's funny how loving someone changes what you love
when you want to end it
a reminder
I want | a letter to Collin
in times of drought, he inspires the ink to run from my fingers into something like poetry
loneliness: an attempt to explain
trying to put the abstract into concrete
19 lessons
goodbye to being a teenager
porch swing thoughts
where peace is found
writing
why I am scared
old lovers | an open letter
my greatest fear is that I will always care for him
I love you | a letter to Collin
and I will spent the rest of my life trying to capture this into words
YOU ARE READING
As the Flowers Bloom | ✓
PoetryThe earth is exhaling in flowers, and I am waiting with pen poised to record it.