Posted in Everyday, Writing

The Language of Flowers

For the last few weeks, I’ve been posting poems that are tied to flowers, part of the self-entitled Language of Flowers series. These are poems that I wrote back in high school, as part of a project for my creative writing class. We were each given a piece of writing by a famous poet or writer and we were told to take one word from the piece and research its etymological sources, and then we were to create a piece (or pieces) of writing of our own based on where our research led us. Continue reading “The Language of Flowers”

Posted in Stories, Writing

Red Carnation’s Crying

Author’s note: The final poem in the Language of Flowers series


Picking at the petals of an asphodel in bloom,

Playing in the shallows of a life still full of lights.

Lying came too soon

To make me see the right.

Words eclipsed the moon

When the boy and the man escaped into the night. Continue reading “Red Carnation’s Crying”