8 Original Haikus

Eight original haikus inspired by cooling weather and the vigor of autumn. Rubied polygons Autumn's dust sprinkles downward Crinkled by footprints. The compass spinned North Pinecone bunches crowded feet Juniper island. A cinnamon scarf Hugs her neck cozily and Will let go in bloom. You stitched as time ticked Woolen web of space and time … Continue reading 8 Original Haikus

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A September Poem: Cows

Fields sprinkled inGood morning residue,Sprout tips dipped inMidnight's dainty drops. Calves and cowsMake their rounds,By the fenceShared with weeds. Their coatsPure whiteLike kitchen cream. Shielded sunClouds distort,Golden hillTeal land sweepsBeneath. A creek tricklesIn meager chains ofSterling. The center treeBegins to bareLeaves abandoningThe bended branches. Grass blades pressBeneath the heavy printsOf polk-a-dottedBeasts. Summer rollsLike the fog,Autumn … Continue reading A September Poem: Cows

Do English Students Have An Obligation To Enjoy All Classic Literature?

William Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, and Mary Shelley. These are just some of many classical writers who wrote some of the best and most iconic pieces of literature. Or is that what we are instructed to believe? To this day, they are celebrated, read for pleasure, and the source of classroom curriculum. … Continue reading Do English Students Have An Obligation To Enjoy All Classic Literature?

How To Find Your Philosophy, Ignite Your Passion, & Live Your Best Life

What is the meaning of life? Ask a biologist, archeologist, psychologist, or sociologist, and each would reply with a different answer. Present the same question to an adult, child, male, or female and the responses would also differ. Who is correct? Who is wrong? I believe that everything holds meaning. Sometimes the meaning translates to … Continue reading How To Find Your Philosophy, Ignite Your Passion, & Live Your Best Life

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

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