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View fullsize πŸ–ŒοΈπŸŽ¨πŸ–ΌοΈ the best things take longer to set. poem reads: i wish i knew back then that the years i spent working on my feet would give me the stamina to sustain countless hours of try agains. that not being handed it all would make me the maker of a
View fullsize we plan. life laughs. 🀍🀍🀍🀍 dedicating this one to my husband, whose birthday is tomorrow. when we met, i was in my twenties and sure that i was ready for a fling. that fling turned into 18 years of making plans. share this with the one person
View fullsize pardon me, making room for wonder over here ✨ poem reads: i tried to pick up something new, but my hands were full of yesterday’s problems. turns out, there’s only room for possibility once you finally put something down.
View fullsize 🧡❀️πŸͺ‘ keep holding. poem reads: some days, we hang by a thread. some days, we swing from it. somehow, the thread holds— and so do we.
View fullsize πŸͺΆπŸͺΆπŸͺΆ you’re more than the accolades Poem reads: I don’t know about a feather in my cap but i do know about the love that keeps my address. the focus that drifts, but takes the scenic route home. the visions that tug at the corners
View fullsize a quick free write this morning πŸŽƒπŸ‚β˜•οΈπŸ§₯ i love this time of year in the most basic way you can imagine. poem reads: WHAT DOES OCTOBER BRING? oh, i don’t know, cool mornings in a burning world. movies we’ve watched a thousand times, b
View fullsize pulled this one from my archives this morning. a little bittersweet reflection. πŸ¦‹ and spoiler, you’ll find that flying in the air kind of feeling again. poem reads: between us, our butterflies had butterflies. we were a match made for ta
View fullsize about time to get cozy 🧢 i meant to share this sooner. desperately waiting for cooler temps here. hope your autumn is off to a good start, friends. 🍁
View fullsize today’s poem brought to you by a 🍐. little moments can fill you up, y’all. poem reads: my favorite part of the day is small. work is done. sauce begins to simmer. you sit beside me, eating fruit. you will not stay long. something brig
View fullsize 🍎🍎🍎 i’ve always loved things that shine. even my fruit. poem reads: if you can’t see the beauty in the ordinary, the gloss on a red apple, you’re missing the best parts. #poet #poetsociety #writerlife #littlethings #apple
View fullsize couldn’t decide, so i posted them all β˜€οΈβ›…οΈ a little look into how similar words can take different directions. let me know if there’s one you like more. πŸ’› #explore #sun #writerstag #poem #poet
View fullsize September 🌱 isn’t it the best being on the edge of something new? i’ve got a new website and Substack coming soon ✨ poem reads: big ideas emerge this time of year. even late-season bloomers have a handful of seeds. perhaps it’s
View fullsize devastation. heartbreak. our children should not live like this. this is not normal. holy places surround us, and yet no place feels safe anymore. we deserve sanctuary. 🀍
View fullsize September is on our heels ❀️❀️❀️❀️❀️❀️❀️❀️ AUGUST ENDS i don’t need a calendar to tell me it’s the end of August. i can feel the burn on my back, another red end to summer. i’m not sure what comes next. i wait for the first fal
View fullsize over here refusing to share my location with my imposter syndrome 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ WHEN I’M IN RHYTHM my imposter syndrome takes a long lunch. i don’t care to look for what’s around the corner, because i’m in the right room. i&
View fullsize dedicate it to your favorite artist 🩱 or perhaps to someone like no other 🀍 poem reads: in a sea of same, you play a song we’ve never heard before. how lucky are we to get to swim in it.
View fullsize FRIDAY LIST a few weeks ago i turned ✨40, so naturally i made a list of everything that must go. be left behind in my thirties. a personal list (with tons more tbh), but i thought i’d share my starting point. i’d love to hear what you&rs
View fullsize 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 fragile flowers feel it all. even the parts others are afraid of. 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼 poem reads: go ahead. call her a fragile flower. but do keep in mind her stem is sharp, and she thrives with the sun pressed against her. #poem #poet #