Time Won’t Stop – Poem

And I laugh at the time we tried
to turn back the clocks,
the days when I wore
a broken watch to make myself feel
better about wasting time.
Maybe it wasn't wasted after all,
if we're looking back now
and smiling. Another old calendar
is thrown out and I think of all
the moments we scribbled
dates and times in, the next meeting
and the next scheduled time to relax.
As the months go on, when AC
switches to heat and the clothes
are swapped in the drawers, 
think of the writing. The words
in the corners of assignments,
lines we didn't think we'd use.
Time doesn't just get away from us,
it runs, and we haven't figured out
not to chase after it.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s kind of a fun one– I always love writing about time. I hope you all are enjoying your summers… as you might glean from this poem, mine is speeding away too quickly! Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges as always. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Intersections Issue 3 Is Out!

Hi everyone!

If you’re interested in reading some great poetry and prose, it would be much appreciated if you checked out Intersections Magazine’s latest issue. You can find it at intersectionsmagazine.org — we just updated our website a couple weeks ago 🙂

It’s been such a wonderful experience reading submissions and hearing people’s stories, crafting a magazine and designing the website. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as our team has enjoyed putting it together.

As always, feel free to let me know what you think! Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

To the Hummingbirds

Hummingbirds are quite fickle but
this one fancies my mother’s garden

Perhaps she is as sun-drunk as I am
as I can see the atoms that make up

her quivering breast from where I lay
on the rough sidewalk

I never knew them to be loud creatures
but zip—a vibration too quick

for me to place the tone of reverberates
through my ears—it cannot shake

the room as the garden has no walls
(the great outdoors are like that, you know)

but if we sat in the living room,
maybe the walls would shake

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I’ve been super inspired by nature when I’ve been writing lately– I guess I always have been, though. I hope you all are having a great summer. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Ode to the Waiting Room – Poem

The old man in the brown, buttery leather chair’s 
eyeglasses are fogging up, but his eyes remain 
closed as he listens to the sound machine’s bird calls

I give him a nod for showing up—my father hasn’t
People come in and out, the doors shutting tightly
behind them. I memorize their faces until my short-

term memory empties them, but the old man remains
as he sits back, keeping his eyes closed. His name
is called, and I’m stuck waiting alone.

I hope you enjoyed this super short piece! I actually found it when looking through some poems I wrote over a year ago, and it’s crazy to see the differences in my writing– the different topics I was drawing inspiration from, the different forms and styles, etc. I like this little piece, but I definitely am proud of the positive progress I’ve made with my writing since writing this. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

New Normal(s) – Poem

We have waited for so long,
are still waiting
for life to feel "normal"
again. What I do not know,
what none of us know,
is what normal really was,
and what normal will be
going forward. We keep moving
forward, trudging on,
just like we would in any time,
any crisis. Back outside now,
more people in the streets,
masks peeled off 
our sweaty faces in the summer
heat, it is time to smile, chat
with strangers again.
Not everyone is ready
& neither am I. 
I am sitting here, the wheels
in my brain moving a mile a minute
thinking this does not feel
normal
anymore.

I hope you all enjoyed this piece! Now that restrictions have been lifted where I live (in California/in the US in general), life is returning to “normal”, but that doesn’t mean that everyone’s completely comfortable with that, or that this global health crisis is over. If you are in a country/area/state where COVID cases are still high, please stay safe and healthy– stay safe and healthy out there, no matter where you are. I hope you are all doing okay.

Brooke

Here to See – Poem

In quiet moments: casual dinners
at the table, drawn to our respective

phone screens on the couch, a short
car ride, we examine each other

carefully. I feel seen even when you
don't talk to me, and I am here to see

you, always. As the days pass,
I appreciate our comfortable silence

more and more. The curves of one's face,
slight turns of the head, the somehow

so perceptible tone of one's footsteps--
these are the things we notice

as the days stretch and bleed into 
each other, and we are still together.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I honestly wasn’t completely sure where I was taking it, but I figured I’d still throw it out there since some of the imagery was interesting. Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

I Love Endings – Poem

And I'm not just talking about sunsets--
although I do love a pink-orange sky cutting
through grey clouds settling in--
I love hugs and being surrounded by people
I love and certificates printed on thick
cardstock and "see you later"s because
we don't know where our paths will lead us
or if they will cross again but we know
change is coming, new chapters are starting,
new memories are ready to be filed away 
in our brains. I love endings because
they are really the same thing as beginnings,
and the chaos of transitioning in between
is what we (perhaps unknowingly) anticipate
with every shift.

I hope you enjoyed this little piece, even if it’s cheesy! Don’t mind me getting a little emotional at the end of junior year 🙂 I hope you all are having an amazing summer and/or amazing end of your school year! Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Overgrown – Poem by Me

So much has changed in so little time
and yet we are still here; seems to invalidate
our progress, doesn't it? Hair longer,
the new plants in Mom's garden sprouted,
our favorite fruits back in season.
Contented sighs of more to-do lists
checked off, days crossed off on the calendar
and under our belts. And yet, that only
makes me feel more out of place. Ready
for the next thing, the next year, always moving--
where to next? I am tired of sprinting in place.

I hope you enjoy this short piece! It was inspired by the upcoming end of my junior year (absolutely insane), which despite being jam-packed full of hard work and occasional meltdowns, still felt uneventful because of all the time spent at home and/or alone. I hope you all are finishing/have finished your school years strong. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Still Driving – Poem by Me

I only dream of journeys,
various point As to their matching

point Bs. No longer a passenger,
both hands must stay on the wheel,

eyes on the road, foot jiggling
carefully as it hovers above

the accelerator. I see accidents again
and again-- I can't count the amount

of times per day on my fingers.
Is there not a better way, an emptier

road, to get us where we need to go?
Always asking the wrong questions--

I do not know, maybe have never known,
where I am headed. So I go on,

in control of the car I fear so much.

I hope you enjoyed this little piece! Half of the inspiration I get these days is from my daily drives to and from school… although I am no stranger to car rides, driving so much more often is a bit intimidating. There’s a ton of construction on the freeways and other roads where I live and it’s really brought out the craziness in people. Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

I Want to Return to Small Towns – Poem by Me

I long for a distant summer, 
wandering around the arcade,
eating a bowl of shaved ice the size
of my head with no other responsibilities.
Empty streets in the dead heat
were miserable for too long,
yet now I miss the sun's attention,
so focused on the dirt roads
and me. Maybe it's too small
of a place, could drive you crazy
after a while, but right now, 
it is quiet and green, all I am hoping
for. Ice cream is sweeter, 
and every day seems to bring
a series of old-fashioned comfort
food served on wood picnic tables.
We can live in a photo of the old
American dream for a while, can't we?
Even if only for a day.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I’ve been feeling pretty nostalgic lately for a variety of reasons– realizing I’m almost a senior in high school, realizing it’s finally summer, and realizing both how far I’ve come and how far I still have to go before becoming an adult. Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke