For lack of a better word, it was a strange spring morning.

I couldn’t put my finger on it, so I went outside into the garden and sat on the bench under the old fig tree.

The sun was shining bright, but something was amiss. I sat there a while, noticing that everything was eerily still. My stomach made a sound like it was churning butter. I realized I hadn’t had breakfast yet.

I stretched my arms while letting out a gaping wide yawn before making my way back towards the house. …

A lone seagull wheeled its way to a sandy landing on the beach.

Grace Thompson, an emergency nurse, set foot on the strand’s entrance. She liked to end her nightshift with a long walk in the morning, weather permitting.

The seagull caught Grace’s attention. It was eyeing something that the tide had brought in overnight. She thought it was a small mammal like a seal or a dolphin calf. But, on approach, the creature had a human-like figure.

Grace’s heart jumped.

The sun peaked over the cityscape behind her, scattering a golden blanket with jagged silhouettes of buildings over the…

There once was a girl who sat on the steps
of my apartment building each and every
day

She never spoke to anyone as they passed by
but just smiled
politely

Sometimes she would glance my way
and our eyes would
interlock

Like two stars headed for
an interstellar binary
collision

Our gravitational waves would
pull one towards
the other

And then she would look away
and write in her thick, black
journal

This went on for nearly a year and a half
until one day she was
no longer there

And all that was left was that
lonesome journal
on the…

Poetry is all around us. There are poems in the songs we listen to, the words we read, and in nearly every aspect of our lives. And that’s the beauty of poetry because Life is poetry.

I started writing poems around the time I first learned to read. Back then, my poems were mainly comprised of simple rhyming verses. But, those verses set me on a journey of learning to play with words, to be more mindful, and to think about life more deeply.

I started by writing about the things that were important to me, like my family, my…

Maid Marian made quite an impression
Because looking good was her single obsession

But she didn’t have to go out of her way
Because she looked really great no matter the day

Like last weekend for example
At the town fair there was a trample

When the cows escaped from their enclosure
But she rounded them up with utmost composure

And then the mayor lost his toupee
And refused to make his speech that day

So Maid Marian fashioned a stylish brown hat
Out of a sleepy fat field rat

Who didn’t mind snoozing on the mayor’s head
While he did…