9 Spring Home Design Tips for Writers
With spring right around the corner, take advantage of spring cleaning to declutter and refresh your home with these nine simple spring home design tips!
With spring right around the corner, take advantage of spring cleaning to declutter and refresh your home with these nine simple spring home design tips!
I am delighted to share a book review of Waking up to Thrutopia by Conny Borgelioen, a beautiful poetry and essay collection that, divided into three connected parts, chronicles the author’s struggle with a chronic illness.
This book serves as a means to work through the difficult times in search of some place that is better, and is not afraid to explore feelings related to mistakes, loneliness, and pain as it places dark moments within the context of their place in the world and invites the reader to become part of the poetic landscape raised in the writing.
I have been writing under the pen name Jaya Avendel since 2017 when I first started sharing my writing online. However, over the past six years, as I have become more responsible and comfortable writing about who I am, the line that my pen name previously drew between myself and my online persona has become blurred.
Here is why I am switching my pen name for my real name and heading into 2023 as myself and myself alone.
Chocolate hearts and peppermint sahuaro kisses. Cups over which steam dances. The caramel and mistletoe . . .
I have the body of a goddess. Porcelain eyes that make you bleed into sunset and liquid silk inked over with wine . . .
I stand here with my feet laced to the ebony ground brimming with crystalline rage . . .
There is all this love within me. It trails its fingers along chandelier glass and plays tunes grand for ballroom floor . . .
Under clear skies in shadow of cotton clouds, I am asked to sacrifice who I am in exchange for gold that turns to bronze pennies . . .
Take me to the place where the air is honey. I will sit with my feet in pebbled water and let the earth crawl up my skin . . .
I am lying under waning moon
with the world cupped between my shoulder blades and sun balanced on my breasts . . .