Short Story-time: When I Fell in Love with Poetry

Photo by Element5 Digital on Pexels.com As corny as it may sound... It started when I learned how to read. At 5 years old, I felt the words form into rhymes and they rolled off my tongue like waves of clapping water. I was mesmerized by their loud, vivacious sound. Vowels made love to the … Continue reading Short Story-time: When I Fell in Love with Poetry

Holding On

Photo by Aistu0117 Sveikataitu0117 on Pexels.com Holding On Love is like grains of sand running through nimble, oily fingers. It's hard to hold on to but you try to grasp it anyway. Love always, Esha ❤