How does this predator chose its prey? I wonder.

In its vanity, it harbors distaste for sweet beauty
Thus it feigns itself as sweet.
And at first, is hardly noticed.

Mouth watering, its lips part…

Creeping…vein-by-vein, blade-by blade, it grows, bewitching.
It easily charms the ignorant with its lusty green grace.

And in a moment, its stemmed tongues have already begun to lick the rough surface…

The creamy colored brick
The verdant green shutters and trim
The broken glass windows tucked behind the long-time-empty flower boxes
Its stories of family, friends, love, and abuse

All swallowed…

I had only turned my head
Or so I thought.
And the sweet dwelling was gone
Ravished by that beautiful deception.



A letter to a friend

My Dear Friend,

It’s been forever since we’ve spoken; I miss you. How are you?

Grand Rapids has been quite enjoyable during this wintery season of my life. The weather and I seem to be in a similar state–undecided. I appreciate its empathy.

I have the cutest little apartment. It’s a remodeled attic in an upstairs duplex on a short one-way street close to downtown. The living space is shared with three others while each of us have our own locked bedroom. At the end of the kitchen is a small white door that opens to a second staircase leading up to my attic room. It almost feels as though I live in a tower… it’s sorta storybook-like, and I love it. My small tower is simply charming with its lack of insulation (which I counter with an abundance of wool and flannel) and my friend Bernadette (who I have convinced myself is a squirrel in my attic’s attic) keeps me company. My little room is warmed by more than just my space heater and mattress pad: photographs of friends and family are splashed across my plastered walls along with my French cow lithograph from Paris, art supplies artistically displayed in the corner, and a book shelf holding a dear selection of pages: Austen, Eyre, Dickens, Wordsworth, Alcott, etc. I find it quite cozy.


[Photo by Rachel Marie Photography] 

Exploring this small city has been exciting: new restaurants, cafes, breweries, etc.

Just a few blocks from my home is where I mostly frequent. On the corner of Lyon and Union is a small circle of painted brick shops: Martha’s Vineyard (deli, grocery, and pizzeria), the Nantucket Bakery, and Lyon Street Cafe. I find these shops with their hardwood floors, white brick walls, and woodblock tables, and cleverly displayed products quite attractive. The cafe is obviously my favorite as all the baristas now know me by name. The coffee is delicious, the atmosphere and spacial design is delightful, and their baked good selection is on point with macarons, sticky buns, scones, lemon bars, sandwiches, coffee cakes, fruity truffles, muffins, cupcakes, etc. I am very particular on a cafe having a baked good selection. In fact, I am here writing to you at this very moment with my trail mix bar and tier 1 coffee and Edith Piaf singing in the background.

So much has happened since we last spoke. So many details that I wish to describe to you but not to worry, I will limit them to this.

Hope this finds you well,