An England poem
When I think of England,
I think of us,
eating pizza at a round table in the back corner of the pub,
listening to Sweet Disposition
on the radio.
Category: Creative Writing
Lake Minnetonka
I don’t like water, but I like the pale, warm reflection of the sun stippled on the waves in the haze of evening. Bushy trees on land stand out starkly against the light sea-green water that mirrors the sky. Read More
Midnight in Iowa
I am a night owl. Were it left up to me, I’d be up till 2 every morning and sleep until 10. And though I get up groggy and exhausted most mornings, fighting the urge to go back to sleep for another five hours, somehow the last few months have also left me afflicted by an insomnia.
My favorite places in Norwich
Because someone wanted me to write about “alleys.”
Travel won’t fix you
#mentalhealthmondays
Dear Minnesota,
A poem for the past year.
