Antique Shop: A Poem

Crooked "Open" sign,Three concrete steps upUntil the door is pushedAnd a bell rings outLike a bicycle ding,Located all the way in the back. Cardboard boxes,Contents insideAlways seeming to swap.Corners torn and tappedRecords placedOf a million spins. Melodious and harmonic rowsOf living room dancesAnd late night singing sessions.Beatles & Beach BoysCash & Presley. A gramophonePerched window… Continue reading Antique Shop: A Poem

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An August Poem: The Letter Z

Fern, moss, and jadePatchwork,Quilted trees andProperty line strings. Contrasting tealOf ponds andLakes. Hovering hot air balloonWeaved basket, floatingOval parachuteAnd flickering fireTo raise us higher.The back of our necks sweat. We land eventuallyOur stance returning to ground,Traversing grasses and weedsAnd drum beating against sidewalks. We pass by gardens.Our ankles waveAnd toes say hello.They dodge tossed mulchLike… Continue reading An August Poem: The Letter Z

East Coast Diary: Things To Do In Virginia

I have been to Virginia three times. All three of those times were drive-throughs, heading to South Carolina or Florida. This past week, I had returned to Virginia, finally stepping foot on its ground and sandy beach. During my week in Virginia, I soaked up the sunshine while relaxing on the beach. I was able… Continue reading East Coast Diary: Things To Do In Virginia

It’s A Fashion Thing: How Clothes Can Fit Into Your Story

Without opening your closet door, you may have the palette of your wardrobe memorized. Lots of white and black for a classic office career? A range of green and yellow for a fresh feel? Anything from the spectrum because you are just that colorful? How can a wardrobe relate to writing? When we wake up… Continue reading It’s A Fashion Thing: How Clothes Can Fit Into Your Story

*Knock, Knock* Metaphors Begin Inside A Character’s Home

If someone took a step inside your home, front porch to foyer, what would a visitor see? What colors would be noticed first and what is the primary interior style? What is the most significant part of your house that makes it home? Without knowing who you are, a lot can be assumed by one's… Continue reading *Knock, Knock* Metaphors Begin Inside A Character’s Home

No Matter The Weather: Integrating Nature’s Forces Into Your Story

Using the weather, its elements, and conditions isn't something new. Our beloved writers from the beginning of time have taken inspiration from cloudy skies, thunderstorms, and blizzards. Remember to get the weather in your damn book - weather is very important."Ernest Hemingway Weather captures the environment and illustrates the mood and tone, relating to the… Continue reading No Matter The Weather: Integrating Nature’s Forces Into Your Story

7 Best Writing Apps For Writers & Word Enthusiasts

We use apps to help us order food and catch a ride to anywhere. So why not have a few apps to help us write better? It just makes sense. Luckily, there are many that we can download onto our phones. I like to switch up my writing apps often, but like to have a… Continue reading 7 Best Writing Apps For Writers & Word Enthusiasts

It’s Raining Hashtags: The Best Tags To Use For Your Niche

Photo sharing websites are for more than just sharing pet photos, your latest party's tablescape, or the land of the place you recently traveled to. Instagram can be a perfect place to begin to expand and promote your business. Instagram captions are either going to be read or ignored. The power of your photo then… Continue reading It’s Raining Hashtags: The Best Tags To Use For Your Niche

Blogger’s Block Solved: A Guide For Producing Compelling Content

Producing content as a blogger can be stressful. You will come face to face with lulls of little inspiration and traverse deserts of wondering if all of this is worth it. I can assure you that it is. All good things take time and can pull monumental effort from within us. Outlined in this blog… Continue reading Blogger’s Block Solved: A Guide For Producing Compelling Content

A Saturday Poem

He wrote her a note in a bottleScrawled in peacock inkOf language that would make her heartVibrate like a harpThat he hoped to set free in a cerulean oasisBut he dropped the bottle on concreteTherefore shattering into uncollectible fragments. But it was okBecause the horizonShimmered inSaturday. He drove to the storeA shopping list folded and… Continue reading A Saturday Poem