After earning an Integrated Language Arts in Education degree at Miami University Oxford, I taught in a variety of classrooms for nine years. I absolutely loved it, however, with a new move and two little ones, it became the perfect opportunity to lean into the writing dream I have always had tucked into the clouds.
With the encouragement of hope*writers as well as my steadfast support group comprised of family and friends, I started writing regularly in the form of poetry in the fall of 2018.
What I’m finding is this: like me, many of my readers are fried with information coming through every corner of our society. While the idea of creativity and space to play sounds wonderful, productivity with our phones or rhythms or even our reading takes over. We need something to pull us back to the present even if it’s momentary.
Poetry has that power. What often goes underrated, underrepresented, or written off as only for an elite group of readers, poetry in its essence is meant to revive us to the ordinary, yet universal human longings.
Poetry reprioritizes us. Poetry rehumanizes us.
But often we don’t know where to even begin. So here I am hoping to bridge the gap, hoping to help others look for the ordinary yet extraordinary poems in their own life, hoping to revive the balance between productiveness and presence.
May my pocket of the internet be a pivot for you to stop and see the good, true, and beautiful. May it create a longing to find more poetry, to read more fiction, to walk outside and search for the contrast of color in the leaves and sky, and to reenter your day with a curiosity that does not compute.