A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

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When Thought Puzzles Become Art

I like to think that opposing thoughts are there to push the boundaries and shapes of the thought puzzles, and that these new pieces create even more structures and works or art.

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 18 – 23

There we were still existing in a pause between breaths that attempted to move life forward. Our mouths were wide with smiles and our eyes frozen never seeing the day we grew apart.

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 12 – 17

I am one part of the whole of the entire universe, And I gaze up into myself and watch myself gaze back at me.

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 5 – 11

My second installment of poems for OctPoWriMo 2019.

OctPoWriMo | Oct 1st – Oct 4th

I’m participating in the month-long poetry writing challenge. Here’s what I have for the first week. #OctPoWriMo | Oct 1st – Oct 4th

Jasmine in a bright orange kayak holding a double-sided oar and floating down the LA River

What I Learned While Floating Down The LA River

I wrote a poem with the LA River in mind, but I also drew parallels between the river and the highways that weave in and around Los Angeles.

jasminedowe hiking in Hollywood

Sun Drunk

I wanted to write a poem about my love for the sun even though summer calls for a much more intense presence. I still stand transfixed by the view and wanted to write down my unorganized thoughts and share them with you.

into the land of the dead, cemetery

Into the Land of the Dead

I looked up at the dark, dried, and ominous dead trees looming down with their bare bent, and scraggly-looking branches stretched out wide. I continued my stare with my eyes transfixed to gaze upon the contrast of the dark geometric lines against the much lighter gray-bluish-colored sky. The combination of vastly different colors gently whispering that they are, in fact, the embodiment of a beautiful, yet lifeless, winter’s day.

Eyes Without A Face

Eyes Without A Face

Sometimes I find myself missing literature that I have not and probably will not ever read. I sit in the immaterialized section of reality hidden deep within my conscious to see the book of poems—forever lost—that I will never see.

close up letters and writing on paper in typewriter

Sitting Down To Write: My Thoughts On My Second Year Of #OctPoWriMo

It’s an encouraging starting point, a way to help you organize, and an inspiring task crafted to lure the average writer out to do what they love best—write.

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