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…

Back again. For those select few of you who read this blog frequently enough to notice I haven’t been posting, you’re in luck. Here I am, in the flesh, or, in the plasma. I can’t guarantee that this return will spark an increase in consistent posting, but the fact that…

In late 2017, I decided for the second time to attempt keeping a bullet journal. For those unfamiliar with the system, I would recommend Ryder Carroll’s website for some quick information on what exactly it is. In it’s simplest form, it’s an “analog system in the digital age” for keeping track…

Since about Wednesday afternoon, I’ve been feeling under the weather. I thought it was the flu, turns out it was strep. Either way, it’s been a recipe for misery. I attempted two or three times over the course of this sickness to blog, write, do anything productive… but I failed.…