I try to write a poem every day. Lately, I’ve been writing a lot more than poems, like essays and short stories. I’m going to get back into the swing of writing poems, or just expressing thoughts like this, because they are just wonderful exercises to help with my writing. This is an entry from my journal, unedited, and written on January 3rd of this year.

I ate some macaroni today

It reminded me of you.

Not because of your hair, no

The way you spiral when you speak.

You move around your words like an elbow noodle.

A curve

A swerve around your true intentions.

What do you really mean to say?

That bowl of macaroni

Sitting in front of my face

Appetizing and yet somehow not.

Like how I felt sitting across from you eating spaetzle.

I wanted a date and I got one

It wasn’t what I pictured.

It wasn’t what I wanted.

I would rather eat a bowl of pasta shaped like your hair

Than go on another “date” with you.


I'm a young writer. In 2017, I was a nation-ranked competitor in the National Catholic Forensic League. Early 2019 I was a student at George Mason University pursuing a BFA degree in English (with a concentration in creative writing). I have since dropped out and I continue my passion on my own fruition. I take classes at my local community college. Contact me with any constructive criticism or questions you may have for me about my writing. Thank you for stopping by my blog!

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