A Finite List of Possibilities – Poem by Me

We are dreaming of bullet points
on a piece of paper, waiting for

the words to spring to life. Ink
streaming down the page, there

are only so many places we
can think of going off to, coming

and going. What does one year, 
two years from now hold for us?

Let's pick up our pens and keep
writing, imagining until we have

thought of all there is to think.
You know I am a sucker for

information and knowing all 
there is to know, especially if

we can draw a map of places we'll
visit, flee, and come back to again

and again. 

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I can’t believe we’re about to say goodbye to 2020– this piece is fitting, as we’re about to find out what the next year holds for us. Please feel free to leave feedback or writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Happy Holidays & Check Out Intersections Mag!

Hello everyone!

How is it already this time of year?! Happy holidays to all! I hope you are having a lovely December. You may remember my post from a few months back about a new literary magazine I’m a part of called Intersections Mag. We released our first issue almost a month ago and would love for you to check it out!

If you’re interested, you can find Issue 1 here and browse our website as you please.

Since I’m currently on winter break, you will hopefully be seeing some bonus content soon. I apologize for not posting a new poem today, but you can check out some amazing writing in the first issue of Intersections! Please let me know what you think in the comments.

You can also keep up with Intersections by subscribing to our email list on the website and following us on Instagram @intersectionslitmag. Thank you so much for your support! Stay safe and healthy.

Brooke

Musings of Breaking Down Walls – Poem by Me

I often wonder if one day
the walls between me and the world--

the walls between us all, the walls 
we have built-- will come down.

Maybe it is more like a maze, 
a labyrinth even, as every time

we round the corner or think
we've found a seam to chip away at,

there are only more walls. Who
are the real architects? They say 

we will build what inspires us,
but I only see blocks of cold mysteries

hiding what could be. 

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I think it has a lot of different symbolic meanings– beyond the obvious comparison of walls between people/ideas, it also has a lot of significance to me regarding mental health. Every time you think you’re out of the woods and have untangled your internal messes, a new struggle will pop up. It’s taken me a while to realize that’s normal (and okay)! Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Strong Winds – Poem by Me

The wind whistles, taps our windows and
dares us to get up early in the morning;

do we listen? The trees are moving, dancing
and everything is alive, the way you've

always craved. Not a cloud in the sky swirling,
but the palm fronds wave and the grass sways,

tickling your feet. We have been waiting for
these bursts of cool air to rush through, 

to redden our cheeks and push us outside--
just to experience it once-- then push us

inside again.

I hope you enjoyed this piece. I know it’s a shorter one, but I felt it needed to be with the momentum and the topic of wind– I was inspired by a particularly windy day at home. It felt like the windows were shaking! On another note, I cannot believe it’s December… holiday posts to come. Stay safe and healthy out there, and feel free to leave feedback as always!

Brooke