Smelly
Every now and again, the smell of wet dog or low tide will seep through the windows. And I find myself inhaling every last drop. In my mind I am swept away to drip castles at Bowermans beach club, surrounded by faces that I’ve seen  throughout every blink of my eyes. Without warning, I am…
07 November, 2019
Waiting For The Poetry
For a long time now, I’ve written many blogs. None of which I have published. I don’t know why. I guess I have been waiting for perfection, for clarity, for a better understanding as to what the hell is going on. I see now though that not all writing needs to hide it’s deeper meaning….
07 November, 2019
Stuck In A Doorway
I want more than anything right now to say that I am happy. I want to tell you how in love I am with the city and with life. In fact if you ask me, that is what I will tell you. But IÂ have to be honest with myself. I am struggling. I am…
15 September, 2019
3 am India
As I lay here in my hard narrow bed, I admire the color purple that surrounds me on my mosquito netting. It may be raining out. It may also be monkeys dancing on the roof again. I find it hard to differentiate the two. Either way both have managed to steal the sleep from my…
09 September, 2019
Written On A Park Bench
All my life I've known what I want to do with it. Since I was a little girl I had a dream of traveling and volunteering. A strange dream for an 8 year old I admit but nevertheless this was all I dreamt of. It was all I talked about and it was all I…
09 September, 2019
