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Love is about more

Than attraction


It’s holding hands

For a moment longer

Before you go down separate aisles

In the grocery store

Planning to meet back

In the bread aisle

That smells like jam and honey


It’s talking about nothing

Until two a.m.

Dissecting hopes, dreams, and fears

Falling into each other

Like a safety net

That doubles as a trampoline

Sending you higher

So you can touch the stars


It’s needing space

While still choosing each other


It’s fighting fair

Never using a touch that hurts

A heart is fragile glass

It’s never using words

That can shatter it


It’s saying thank you

Thank you

Thank you


Love is a story in itself

It makes flowers bloom in the present

Makes the storm more bearable

Crafts a vision for the future

A possibility

You can’t quite touch

But it is beautiful.


New stories are born





A man in a black tie

Sees a woman in an elevator

They both take their lunch break

At the same time each day

Walking to the third floor cafeteria

But they’ve never spoken


She does this thing

Where she flips her bangs out of her eyes

After she’s done typing a text message


And she has a raindrop tattoo on her wrist

He thinks about saying hi

But not yet

Maybe tomorrow.




Emma, a florist, is tying a bouquet

Of roses

When she sees a woman

Trying to decide

Between pink and red carnations


She asks Emma

For her opinion

About the best flowers

To give her mother for her birthday


The woman has brown hair

And freckles

And these green eyes

That light up when she talks about the

Party she has planned.


Her name is Julia

And there’s a rainbow bead

On her silver charm bracelet

That doesn’t have to mean something

But it might just mean something


The florist gives Julia her number

Along with a discount

On her bouquet of tulips


Butterflies flutter through Emma’s stomach

For the rest of the day

Because she’s not usually this daring

Her hands go on arranging flowers

But her mind is in the clouds.




Dylan is sitting

In his anthropology class

His eyes barely staying open

Because he stayed up late

Studying calculous and

Latin American History


He imagines he looks like

Any other college student

Wearing sweatpants he bought

From the campus bookstore

Half swallowed by a gray and blue

Hoodie that is just a bit too big for him.


A half empty cup of coffee

Rests beside his laptop

And everyone in the room

Seems just as exhausted

As he is.


Everyone, that is, except Miles.

No, Miles is giving a presentation

Wearing a crisp, ironed

(What college student irons?)

Button-up flannel

Tucked into dark jeans

With polished shoes


His hair is styled with gel

But just enough so that

It still looks soft to the touch


He actually looks at other students

As he talks

His blue eyes kind and just a little bit shy

Even though he speaks with ease

About marriage rituals

Across different cultures


Only facing away from the class

When he turns to the next slide

In his power point



Takes another sip of his coffee

Which is cold now

He’d been in this class this whole semester

How had he never noticed Miles before?

Like really noticed him?


His voice is soothing

And he seems so nice

And he’s cute

Like, really cute


They were both pretty quiet

He tears a piece of paper

From his notebook

And starts scribbling on it


He didn’t even know if Miles was into guys

And maybe it was the coffee-fueled

Lack of sleep

But he figured it was okay

To take a chance


He looks at the piece of paper

He’d scribbled on

As Miles finishes up his talk

On it, it reads:

“Want to grab lunch with me?”




New stories are born every day

Love stories are born every day

But it’s about a lot more than attraction

These stories of attraction?

They’re not about love.

Not really.


But they could be.



Writer Things

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Hello lovelies 🙂

I’ll be spending today editing my new poetry book. It’s going to be called Winter Lights ❤ I’ve realized that I want to get more serious in turning writing into my full time job, and for me, that starts with getting more serious about my book sales. My dream is to be a full time writer and to work for myself. I want to make my own opportunities, not just wait for someone to give them to me or hire me. More than that, I just want to have freedom in my career, to connect with others, and to make my mark on the world.

If you would like to support me, check out my books.

Thanks for your support ❤ Have a great day!

Winter Solstice

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Get lost with me

On the longest night

Of the year

We can go into spiritual hibernation

And reflect on who we are

What we want


I’ll tell you my secrets

And treat your feelings with care

As we welcome the return

Of warmth and light


We can tell the sun

All the things we’re thankful for

I’ll tell Mother Nature

That I’m thankful for you


Stay up with me all night

We’ll gaze at the stars

And I’ll watch your eyes glisten

In the moonlight

Until the sun sweetens the sky with honey


I don’t need a Yule log

Because your smile

Makes everything bright

And your presence

Makes everything right


We’ll get through the winter

We’ll fill it with laughter

And when the snow melts

And the cherry blossoms bloom

We’ll be ready for a new chapter


For now, be here with me

I’ll build you an igloo

Of imagination and hope

The longest night of the year

Is filled with light

As long as we’re together.