Tag: poetry

  • Life Is A Notebook

    I came across this idea the other day, and it stayed with me longer than I expected— the kind of thought that doesn’t just pass through, but settles in. Maybe it’s the way we hold onto moments—like scraps of paper, like old notebooks tucked away in drawers. Every now and then, something reminds you that…

  • Longing…

    Longing for human touch begins as a subtle stir beneath the skin, a tremor of sensation that no words can fully name. It is in the brush of your own fingertips along your arms, in the ghost of a hand that might have held yours, in the quiet ache that rises where warmth is missing.…

  • Homework: An Epic in Four Pencils

    (A Poem in Slightly Crooked Lines) I sat at my table at quarter to four, With four little pencils (I might need one more). A worksheet of fractions stared back at my face, Like a dragon who’d swallowed my free-time whole place. I sharpened my pencils until they were knights, Polished their helmets, prepared for…

  • Before Viral Was a Thing: Mariachi vs. Migra

    There’s a series of stories I’ve been carrying for a while—stories that needed telling.But before I share the rest of my collection, I wanted to start here, with this oneto test the waters and see if my words find a home with you. These stories come from a place of memory, humor, and a little…

  • The Line Most Beautiful

    As an art student many years ago, I became captivated by portraiture—not just the structure of the face, but the subtleties that make each human being unique. Over years of observation, sketching, and painting, I came to see that every person carries a distinct line—a natural flow that defines them beyond features or symmetry. It’s…