Familiar Place Names, Unfamiliar Territory
A virtual journey through Hungary rekindles memories that were never quite forgotten, and awakens a longing to rediscover the places that have lived quietly in my imagination for decades.
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The Poems Came Home
Sometimes rejection is not the end of a story, but the moment it finds its way home. A reflection on writing, imposter syndrome, and quietly refining long-held dreams.
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Connections
More and more frequently, I find myself noticing connections – between conversations, stories, and seemingly unrelated moments.
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Finally Enrolled!
Becoming a doctoral student and actually accessing the library are, apparently, two entirely different things.
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The Cost of Independence
Because no matter how carefully I arrange the furniture of my independence, someone else always holds the key.
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Paper Boat
While some lives are ending, the rest of the world quietly goes on making plans—as though tomorrow has already agreed to arrive.
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The Dead of the Night
The night has held motherhood, fear, loss, and finally peace. A reflection on the changing meaning of darkness across a lifetime.
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Is That Rain I Hear?
A poem about waiting, uncertainty, and the quiet courage of continuing without knowing what comes next.
