Poems & Stories

Hooded Hawks, Blinking Owls

*This poem was inspired by a poem of Percy Shelley’s in a letter to Maria Gisborne concerning the Engish Romantic poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

These Waxy Leaves (Again) [Poem & Reflection]

*Written November 22nd, 2019. I haven’t done much writing recently, at least not for enjoyment or improvement purposes. I’ve noticed that my personal reading, writing, and thinking rekindle my passion for study, and most importantly, for living. They enliven me, bring hope, and sometimes, a touch of joy. Like the cool drops of water gliding… Continue reading These Waxy Leaves (Again) [Poem & Reflection]

Spring Air

*Written on February 6th, 2019. I wrote this poem in one sitting, as I do most of my poems. For some reason, I have an aversion to editing poems after the first draft. This isn’t an excuse for bad poetry; it’s just me protecting my Romantic tendencies I guess. I’ve discovered that poetry allows my… Continue reading Spring Air

Morning

*This was written on May, 20th 2018. I stumble through the dark hallwayminding the slight ache in my headto find the coffee unmade. What with usual ease is done laboriously. I sit down on the cold couchminding the assortment of misplaced pillows to find my mind clear.What was done laboriously now with easeand clarity.