Gabriella Gorecki

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Analysis of Heartstrings by Genevieve Volz

Heartstrings by Geneviève Volz is a deeply emotional, raw exploration of heartbreak, healing, and the human condition. The poetry collection, alongside its evocative illustrations, o...

Living with Autism: A Different Lens

What is Autism? According to the National Institute of Mental Health, autism spectrum disorder is a neurological and developmental disorder that affects how people interact with other...

Last Christmas

A year ago, I missed the snowy grounds I once stomped on. Today I miss the triumph family creates when brought together on a joyous day. A haven to be with on a day meant for gathering. Last year, ...

Glowa do gury! I naprzud.

My world had crumbled before my father spoke. The day I had experienced included typical numb-crushing events. The loss of a job and a friend. Both were not exactly dream material, but having them ...

Daffodils

I’ve only been given daffodils disguised as roses. At first, I couldn’t tell the difference. The deep crimson smudged slightly into my skin. Thought it was funny, now I beat the man silly when ...

Finally a poem and not a poet

Before the first verse caught my eyes

Warmth surged beneath my skin, a rise.

Fingers brushed so gently to paper

And skin–a depth that pulls a savor.

In the refl...

For the artists pt.2

A man’s inner thoughts by a woman who has been hurt

Perhaps it is time. Where the minutes turn into hours your longing is easy to pick up on. It falls off though. I sent enough signs for you, in hopes that you would show up on my doorstep, drenched ...

Aching

Nine Days

A man of the land believes he is failing in love with a mermaid.

Day One

When you came into my life, you were all dawned in white. A dress that reflected the innocent color,...

Across the Bridge

On my first mourning, I knew another side existed.

Ethereal and beautiful I knew wherever they go it’ll be wonderful.

For the concept of time and age that poor soul knew it...