Natalie

My next place, she muses, will have hardwood floors, shining in their newness. It will have high ceilings and many, many windows, so that the sun can beam through. Perhaps she’ll have a cat, and her cat will nap in the pools of sunshine pouring into the apartment, heating those hardwood floors. She walks over…

2, 3, 4

My friend encouraged me to get out of a writing rut by suggesting that I do the following exercise: Take a pen and pad of paper, set a timer, and don’t stop writing until the timer rings. Write about anything, even “I don’t know what to write.” It encourages subconscious thoughts to rise to the…

Chasing Ivory

My blonde phoebe at the time, she fell in love with you openly looking off into the rays coming through the multicolored curtains, imagining deep romances as your fingers flowed across the cracked ivory looking straight at me with emerald eyes, light dancing through your long eyelashes making me blush and glance away. She asked…

Swiping Diagonally

Here goes my dating experiment. Because who doesn’t have those these days? It’s all you read about in the blogging world. But, of course, mine shall be infinitely more interesting. A friend of mine texted me one Sunday morning, when I complained to her about how I’ve been lacking creative inspiration. “Well,” she said, teasing…

A Five-Word Sentence

Current meditation: Working on and embracing genuine connection. Keeping an open mind and allowing other opinions and viewpoints to seep their way into my consciousness. Making sense of hurt and loss, and using the sadness to propel me into a positive, calm place. wondering why when he says “I’m an expert at reading people” I…

Mr. Walker

Isn’t it wonderful meeting people who make you think? Who jump-start your emotional engine? There are some friends that don’t speak of trivial matters, who skip the small talk and ask questions like, “Why are your eyes so sad?” and “Do you ever feel like a failure? How do you get up after falling down…

Eye Contact

The moment when you make (unplanned) eye contact with someone, a jolt goes through you. Why is that? Are the eyes the window to the soul, as we’ve been told all this time? Are you simply surprised to find that someone is seeking your attention? Are you jumpy and frightened to make a connection, and…

Selectively Social?

I have begun a social experiment. Over the past few weeks, my hand has been unconsciously reaching for my iPhone every few minutes (if not every minute). As embarrassing as it is to admit, I’ve decided that speaking about it openly will allow me to overcome my addiction. Hey, everyone, I’m Esther. It’s been two…

Ocean Eyes

Ah, love poems. Relatable* when you’re in a relationship, abhorable* when you’re not. I can’t express how many times I’ve seen couples, disgustingly holding hands and being saccharinely* sweet to one another, and muttered something annoyed under my breath as I adjusted my scarf and looked away. This was inspired by couples who aren’t afraid…

Spider Lightning

This poem came to me in a series of color splashes and shapes. Does that make sense? Probably not, maybe I’ve been watching too many Instagram videos where artists create beautiful masterpieces by throwing paint in a seemingly haphazard way. I was getting coffee with a friend a few weeks ago and, as we were…

Lavender Oil

Anxiety is something that I’ve learned to embrace, in a way. I’ve been battling with it for so long that the idea of not resisting was nowhere on my radar. At one point, after days filled with constant pounding in my chest, and sleepless nights, something snapped. Perhaps my mind had decided that enough was…

Fool Me Twice

Let’s talk about betrayal. This may be an oversimplification, but I believe that our sense of betrayal comes from our high expectations of others. I was recently reading an article that echoed my thoughts on the topic. The author says, “Most friendships fail because of high expectations. It’s simple: Let go of the expectations, improve…