We are a product of centuries of other people; the physical embodiment of those who came before us. If we changed, we would lose something truly unique and special.
I wanted to write a love poem, but all that would come to me were words about my eternal hope for flirtation and enchantment. So here it is; my gift to you, this Valentine's Day. Be mine?
Today is Time to Talk Day – 24-hours put aside to remind us all why mental health should be part of our conversations every day. I've written a personal poem that seems perfect for today. It's my way of talking.
I sat down to write an epic and hilarious love poem one Sunday afternoon...and came up with this, instead.
Here's my first poem of 2019; an ode to the New Year's resolution – the human app upgrade.
I'm ever more aware of how my body is changing as I get older; and though I still have a lot of anxiety about how I look, I have found that I am more at ease with my imperfections than I was five years ago.
I wanted to write a little poem dedicated to this time of year. It's not witty, or clever – to be honest it's pretty basic – but it's full of my love for flame and spark.
I finally have the next installment, to my poetry series. This one was actually part of another poem, but I chopped it off so it had its own starring role.
Autumn is beautiful inside and out. When I started writing poetry again, the first one I finished, shared and performed, was one about the best season of all; and it's time I shared it with you.
I've written a new original poem exploring the dichotomy of looking for love and the love of singledom.