the prose of getting by

my sixth grade language arts teacher told me i had a knack for poetry. i was 11 then. now, i'm barely over 25 and just trying to survive.

i want to write about falling in love, heartbreak, healing, and how i manage that on the daily.

i heard once that getting by is an art form. and life is not structured. it's messy with no instructions. just like prose.

separated into three parts, you will hear my rambles about love, pain, and healing. each poem will be titled with one of those topics and a word or short phrase to title the work itself.

i hope you get something out of this. i sure as hell hope i do.