Learning To Love Yourself Again by Chris Murray

I want to write love poems to my own body. So I’ve started taking the ones I wrote for you and replacing every “you” with “I.” Now I know I too love the taste of the ocean and I will grow like [...]

I am the type of person that reads landscapes like they are love poems and criticizes them for not being beautiful enough. I grew up in a city surrounded by trees, had to find beautiful behind [...]

As the New Year roles around all of us face the inevitable task of looking back at everything that has happened in the past year. We find ourselves desperately cataloging everything good that has [...]

I am one of those individuals that likes to write out “to do” lists for myself to keep organized, prioritized, and accountable. Many psychologists strongly believe that people are more likely to [...]

The world will bloody your knuckles without even trying. If you cry in front of the women you love, they will still love you. Strong does not mean: tall loud angry. Strong means swallowing the [...]

I am made of ancient oak trees of lions and tigers and spare tires old rubber gathering older dust that has spent its whole life floating through fingertips and vacuums I am made of spiderwebs, [...]

I’ve been asked on more than one occasion if poetry is a means of escape or expression. My answer is always the same: why does it have to be one or the other? I’ve used poetry to simultaneously [...]

I’ve learned to attribute many of the good outcomes in my life to luck. Of course, it’s some luck and mostly hard work, but I’ve learned as a working class college student at an elite school, [...]

I grew up too close to the ocean learned that beautiful is a dangerous word — It fills mouths like saliva demanding to be devoured. The first time someone called me beautiful I kissed him [...]

Isn’t it all just a balancing act? A tightrope walker Gripping a dog’s leash with her toes The slightest breeze capable of displacing her Suddenly the dog park is slipping out from [...]