For Grief

Sometimes, you can’t explain how you feel. So, you go looking for the words. I found mine in this piece by Irish poet John O’Donohue.

Indian Summer

Even though we’re in the last week of October, it’s still nice and warm outside. ‘A poem about Indian summer it is’, I thought to myself. Enter Dorothy Parker. The genius. Who used her wit to give Indian summer a whole new meaning. Nothing difficult or fancy. Just the art of not giving a damn. … More Indian Summer

Fall, Leaves, Fall

There is no season that makes me think of Emily Brontë’s work more than autumn. Even though she has written poems that are quite joyful, I prefer the ones where she explores and contemplates deep and complex emotions. In this poem, she describes the change of seasons. Not with sadness, because the days are shortening … More Fall, Leaves, Fall