Day #24
Written July 13, 2017.
Day#16
Written September, 2018 in Paris, France.
My Maker is in the details
Day #8
I wrote this poem in some parking lot in Redondo Beach, CA. I love palm trees.
Impossible,
They, like wiry pillars
August has always been one of my favorite months. Why? Because it’s my BIRTHDAY month.
But this year, I just wasn’t that excited about turning another year older. I made sort of a big deal about turning 30 (went to Europe for two months on a solo adventure), so when 31 started looming at the beginning of this summer, it just felt sort of…anticlimactic. Especially after a year that’s felt more challenging than usual.
So, I decided to do something special: 31 days of poetry for 31 years.