ABOUT THE NOTEBOOK
The Notebook is simply that, a personal place where my thoughts, feelings, emotions are put to paper in a vulnerable and open way. The Notebook has poetry, short stories, things that are personal and bring more visible emotion, expressive in what they are trying to convey, and often more raw and unrefined.
Sometimes I am a hopeless romantic, dashing my emotions on a page.
Other times, I crave solitude and the wilderness of a lonely monad, and my writings are contemplative.
I can place my battered and exposed heart in the words I write, but I can also use those words as a wall that I build up around me.
The Notebook is where both are true.
LATEST FROM THE NOTEBOOK
- The WindThe wind is cold, but it leaves me warm Heat blossoms in my chest, deeper even than my heart For my hearts feels it, thoughContinue reading “The Wind”
- Symphony of the ForestWhen the last glimpse of the sun Vanishes beyond the horizonThe final breath of the day escapes, Like a whisper between lovers.When the light fades,Continue reading “Symphony of the Forest”
- The Space in Between UsFirst written March 2018 My heart’s been torn,Broken again and again and again.I fear one more will tear it in two,And yet I take anotherContinue reading “The Space in Between Us”
- What is LoveSomeday, I want to write about what love is, not what I imagine it could be.I want to learn whether you prefer sunrises or sunsets, and seeContinue reading “What is Love”
- MourningFirst written December 2023 Can you mourn something that never was? Something that never will be?Something you dreamed, that you hoped.Something you imagined, but maybe felt in yourContinue reading “Mourning”
- Beauty and PainFirst written March 2018 I believe that truly great art can only come from a deeply felt place of emotion. In my story, I’ve onlyContinue reading “Beauty and Pain”
- A Rainy DayWe canceled our plans today, choosing instead to dwell inside.Sitting quietly as we forget the world, listening to the sound of rain against the windows.I steal anotherContinue reading “A Rainy Day”
- Your Eyes“What are you looking at?” she asked.“Your eyes,” he said.She smiled. “But why, you’ve already seen them.”“I want to be sure to remember them,” heContinue reading “Your Eyes”
The Writer in White 