Lucky: A Poem of the Unashamed
How I lucky I was to be born In such a glorious place Where people are respected and honored Each person given a space. How lucky it is...
International Nomad.
He had just moved to Chicago. Three weeks ago. After living in California, China, Belgium, and more, he was ready to pursue another...
Bike Dirt?
“You must be working really hard on that bike of yours.” I turn to find an Afro in my face coming from a man with a black pick...
I Spy with My Little Eye.
I almost was done with my shift, so I was walking back and forth from the kitchen doing side work. The shift was average, mostly slow and...
2 Bottles of Chardonnay and a 14-Top.
I had just finished a longer-than-expected conversation with the 14-top on my last double of the weekend. It was mid-afternoon, the time...
The Motorcycle Guys.
A man walked out of the back door of the house towards my mom's car. He was an older man with grey hair and beard, but had a skip in his...
FOMO.
She had no idea how much FOMO she had. FOMO, that is, the Fear Of Missing Out. I learned very quickly that this high school leader in my...
Eating by Yourself.
After asking a friend if she wanted to grab lunch with me, she turned to me and asked a simple, yet directed question. "You aren't okay...
The Suited Encounter.
After an eventful evening, I found myself in front of a hotel, glancing at the Starbucks while slipping onto one of their bar stools. The...
Inspiring.
I see them from afar, sitting at the Starbucks, coffee in hand. He has a plaid shirt with a black undershirt and she looks simply...
