Blush

[A poem about social anxiety] Please. They’re sitting in a circle, ‘way most communal meals are taken. All smiling, I’m smiling. My eyes blindly trail their conversation as it wraps its way around the table and makes its path in my direction. As it winds toward me, the girl next to me, bubbly, jumps in….

Why I Prefer Living in the City

While my husband would happily have us scamper off to the country and seclude ourselves in nature, I prefer the smog-infested city. I understand the negative aspects of living in the city, as mentioned: smog; but also, crime, overcrowding, litter, etc. I’m sure the list goes on for most. But despite growing up in the…

I’d Rather Be…

We had our honeymoon in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. My happy place is sitting in that beach chair, my feet grazing the gentle waves lapping at the shore, eating fresh ceviche and drinking a Michelada!

Provoke[d]

A poem about imminent mania.  Provoke[d] Summoned by you, quietly, gently. Gathered by you, though I can see you now. Beckoned to negotiate the terms of my provocation. To say yes, and relent to the maniacal delusions entering, filtered, into my brain. And then spewed forth like a dam broken. Unable to stopper it, unequivocally…