Plunged into some cold water, figuratively speaking, and finally joined a Writer’s Group this fall.

First prompt was “Infinity Pool”.

Birthday blessings, cusp of thirty. Unsure if I’m younger or older. Saying hello to 29.

A Monday word journey.

This poem is a finalist in my very first contest, titled: “Write a poem to your 2022 self”.

My parents recently sold their family home after 25 years. This piece was inspired by the memories I have while growing in that space and the struggles of a waning imagination.

During my undergrad program, my creative writing professor would provide three unrelated words for us to include in a short poem. For this piece, the words required were “heart”, “toggle bolt” and “tornado”.