I have been isolating as much as physically possible since March 23rd, 2020. As everyone knows, we are kind of in the middle of a global pandemic. Now, before you click off this post, know I’m not here to tell you how bad this is gonna be, or how much…

As August comes to an end and the darker days and colder nights of autumn set in over New England, I find myself falling into a familiar sense of contentedness. I consider myself blessed to live in a place with four beautiful seasons, but the fall has always been my…

It’s been thirty years since there had been any sign of life in Resonant Echo Valley. Out of a smoky, hidden grove, a young woman emerges with things to say. Here and now, she pens them down: For years, I’ve been dabbling in the world of online blogging. From my…

I’ve been writing poetry as long as I can remember. “To be an autumn leaf…” 2011 (Age 13) Sprinkling through the sky, dancing through the air Moist, light and destined to be far away from here They touch down only for a moment, Swept up by the chilled autumn gales…

I wake up every morning with the same sense of stagnant disappointment. Today, it is a cool, September morning, with wind sweeping through the branches of the trees and cars passing by on the busy street by which my childhood home resides. I have always loved the fall, the cooling…