…and then suddenly all this poetry fills my head, and I write… xoxo, la. 12/30 it’s not the big things not at all like the celebrations or the milestones but the mundane the everyday when i’m washing dishes painting my toenails sitting in traffic it’s the nothing too particular the not very special the i’ve […]
“There is a quiet kind of courage in knowing when to quit
When losing all hope is not really a loss at all
And the idea of holding on a moment longer is worse than the fear of actually failing…”
My 7/30 national poetry month challenge: Let’s play a game.
Me on what it feels like on any given day to try to explain why you are perpetually single. #theEnd 3/30 Because it’s so much easier to blame them. So much more palpable to spout the many reasons this one couldn’t stay, that one couldn’t get right, none of ’em could love – ‘least not […]