April HaywardMy Neighbor Can CookYou are like a band leader, orchestrating the activities of your kitchen. I see you neighbor, with multiple burners and stirring. With…Dec 2, 2018Dec 2, 2018
April HaywardSunday MorningSunday mornings tell stories of a Saturday night. Tired, sore and hung over, it has moments of silence with a quiet still from the lack of…Dec 2, 2018Dec 2, 2018
April HaywardWhy I Write, a poem on storiesI write into a void of space To nothing and no-one In hopes my voice would be heard A digital message in a bottle thrown out into the sea…Oct 30, 2018Oct 30, 2018
April HaywardLoss of Nothing HadThere’s a fear I have Where nothing was almost something And something never actually happens The day you think things are good And then…Oct 28, 2018Oct 28, 2018
April HaywardA Poem for the Digital AgeWhen you are done looking at your phone With every digital trigger that turns you away To hear everything beep, what it doesn’t tell your…Oct 21, 2018Oct 21, 2018
April HaywardTo my new neighborYou just moved in. You stare out your window, watching the people walk by. I did the same thing when I first moved in. I didn’t know what…Oct 5, 2018Oct 5, 2018
April HaywardWhere did September go?I went silent in Septemeber. Not becuase I didn’t have any stories to tell, but I was letting life develop. I broke up with Jason. After…Oct 5, 2018Oct 5, 2018
April HaywardSchool is Over, Now What?My French Wine Scholar final test was last Sunday. I studied non-stop for two weeks, memorizing the grapes, soils, climates and rivers of a…Aug 30, 2018Aug 30, 2018
April HaywardBeltLine WalksI left my house. Not that that is a large accomplishment, except for my battle with inertia motivation. Not a real condition, but if I…Aug 17, 2018Aug 17, 2018
April HaywardRestlessI’m exhausted and my brain can’t take more of the day. But I can’t sleep. I studied for a good 3 hours tonight, this French Wine stuff is…Aug 16, 2018Aug 16, 2018