I can’t dance. He comes in the morning. He dances. He laughs and he smiles and he tries. I laugh and I smile. I try to dance. I sort of...

I admire excellence. I want to be humble. I love feeling free. I appreciate order. I don’t push myself as far as I’d like to go. I am...

Moonlight pours into my grove, the dream sanctuary of the forest. Trees surround a pool, its reflection filled with Selene the moon. The...

I wrote this for a Transcendentalist seminar I took Fall 2019. Ahab from Moby-Dick could be called a “transcendentalist-gone-bad” because...

I wrote the following poem in my ninth grade History Through Art class to accompany Melancholia, 1514, by Albrecht Dürer. Mysterious...

Here is the unedited dedication in my new notebook. Official Writing Notebook*** Starting a notebook is so special that I think I must...