Welcome to therapy... the kind where all of us girls sit around open a bottle of wine, pour a cosmopolitan, shake an espresso martini and sit on the couch. Let's talk... real talk about the cherished moments of discovering ourselves in our 20s and the worst feelings that come with it. I've received the best therapy from my girlfriends, so cheers to the sisterhood of figuring it out.

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Poets Anonymous

Sharing my love for words that may not always rhyme, but the melody speaks to the core of our heart and follows the hymns of our deeper thoughts.

  • Series 2. 

    I don’t feel so pulled down by the gravity of heartbreak anymore. Though there are moments where aside me, I see the ocean that carries the in between sadness and holds that love, untouched. I write now, with more an appreciation, to have been able to experience such emotions that continue to compel me to Read more

  • Series 1.

    As I am in South America, living in the depths of remote nature, my words have been immensely influenced recently. To write for the present is a beautiful thing, capturing sways of rhythmic thinking. My idea of poetry is not always a riddle of words, but more a narrative of melodic thoughts. I give thanks Read more