Cubs The Poet

Strolling down Royal Street in the French Quarter on our way to brunch, we found Cubs The Poet sitting in the middle of the street doing his thing: writing custom poems on the spot for donations. I sat on the stool next to him, answered his questions about my life and watched him write a … More Cubs The Poet

A Christmas Memory

It’s not a poem, but it’s so beautifully written it might as well be. Between bad Christmas music and overfilled shopping malls and dreading the food cause it’ll ruin your diet, it’s easy to forget the real meaning of Christmas. Family. Friends. And most importantly, giving. Even if you don’t have a lot, cultivate the relationships you … More A Christmas Memory

Poetry Tuesday — People You May Know

“No one comes running for boys who cry rape” Imagine: casually scrolling through Facebook, liking pictures of babies and engagement announcements out of pity, and looking over to the side of your screen and seeing your rapists profile. Seeing his family and friends and shirtless pics and complaints about people in grocery lines and what he … More Poetry Tuesday — People You May Know

Poetry Tuesday — Endowing Vegetables with Too Much Meaning

One of the pleasures of being in a relationship is being in love with your best friend. Talking day in and day out about absolute nonsense. Inside jokes. Sending each other hilarious, but mostly inappropriate, pictures. This poem reminds me of that. Reminds me of the joys of being in love with someone where all … More Poetry Tuesday — Endowing Vegetables with Too Much Meaning