just a twenty somethinginWeeds & WildflowersAmore de la tournesol.You open your eyes to the deep dark day and find the light…Apr 2, 20231Apr 2, 20231
just a twenty somethingIndicateSomeone flashed their lights at me as I drove home…Apr 2, 2023Apr 2, 2023
just a twenty somethinginWrite Like a GirlA Letter to My Quiet SelfIt is okay to be quiet, and it is okay to be loud.Mar 8, 2023Mar 8, 2023
just a twenty somethinginScritturaSometimes, My Pen Is Not My Friend.I’ve heard about the unbreakable bond between writer and pen.Jan 3, 20211Jan 3, 20211
just a twenty somethinginWrite Like a GirlMy Friends Said, ‘Go On The Rebound’But is the morning version of myself willing to pay my night self’s price?Nov 23, 2020Nov 23, 2020
just a twenty somethinginWrite Like a GirlWomen Who WeepA poem written during Trump’s reignNov 15, 2020Nov 15, 2020
just a twenty somethinginScritturaToo Soon To Make PromisesBut humor me? Let me make one.Nov 15, 2020Nov 15, 2020
just a twenty somethinginWeeds & WildflowersFrom A Small Sunflower, To A Bold Gladiolus.The poem of how the bright sunflower and bold gladiolus, rooted in my dry dead soil.Nov 12, 20203Nov 12, 20203
just a twenty somethinginScritturaWe Were Just.You own the ‘just.’ I’m taking it back.Nov 10, 20201Nov 10, 20201
just a twenty somethinginScritturaAllow Me To Contradict.My Dark Inky friend has been awake for days.Nov 8, 20201Nov 8, 20201
