366 Poems: October 23rd, 2016


Please excuse the spots on my face.

For it’s been a couple

late nights

where the work and stress outrun

the bathroom sink,

making me look like a teenager

in some coming-of-age movie.

Oh wait.

I am.

But I’be got no makeup artists here.

Just a face

with some eyes

and a brain

and a plan to change my entire world

for the better…

Do not excuse my face.

This is my game face.

And you’re gonna have to get used to it.


366 Poems: July 13th, 2016

One Step Away

Isn’t it that we always seem

one step away

from a great adventure?

One star away

from a perfect night?

One tear away

from a beautiful disaster?

Isn’t it that we always seem

one frame away

from the movie stars–

that maybe I could be Audrey Hepburn

or Marilyn Monroe

if only you decided to blur your eyes a little,

look at me in a different


Isn’t it that we almost seem

doomed to choose the wrong way?

Like the girl who still hasn’t figured out

the best way to end

her poetry?