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Updated: Feb 9


Happy February, sweethearts! We made it through all 487 days of January, which means it's time to celebrate with copious amounts of cinnamon hearts, and then a probable stomach ache!


Valentine's Day is coming up quick, and I'm winking at you to let you know somewhat seductively and definitely awkwardly, that I just launched a brand new, much-easier-to-use-than-before online shop for my poems, (by popular request— thanks for waiting!)


So if you're looking for poetry to add to your box of local chocolates, local cheese box, or local bouquet of flowers, I've got plenty of sappy words for you to choose from to get your gushy point across.


I've also added a batch of brand new poems to my poetry gallery, and I've organized them into three tabs


for your browsing ease- poems for shared love, poems for healing, and poems for self-love, because there's more than one kind of love, isn't there?


Have a peek and let me know what you think, whether you're in the market for poems or not!

(I definitely appreciate you stopping by, and always love to hear your feedback.)


So if you're looking for poetry, whether you're the type who likes to celebrate love on Valentine's Day, or celebrate all types of love all year round, enjoy, and thanks for stopping by, I'm truly grateful to connect with you.


Oh right- I'd also like to further expose myself as the world's hugest softie, and share with you three of my romantic Spotify playlists. One is for dancin', one is for smoochin', and one is a mix from all the best romantic comedies:


Midnight Kitchen Slow Dance


ValenTUNES


Rom Com Soundtrack



Yep, I know. I'm not even embarrassed. Just go with it, guys. Don't make it weird.


So... tell the mirror you love them, tell your friends and family you love them, and definitely tell your partner (or partner-to-be) all the things you love about them with an open, vulnerable heart. Trust me when I tell you that the softness will make you stronger.


Trust love.


Sincerely,

The girl who used to get in trouble for passing notes in class, and now passes notes professionally so people can find beauty in everyday things. (Pff, showed THEM.)

xoxo

Updated: Dec 14, 2020

Emails, text messages, facetime, Zoom... what a time to be alive. We are completely connected, and yet feel depleted of human touch. So I created Poems By Mail, so you can hold my poems in your hand.



The thing is... I value touch.


I love touch.


I love writing poetry.


I love when my poetry touches its reader.


I love to write poetry that you can hold in your hand, touch, and know that another human– its author– held that same piece of paper, that piece of art.


So, my poems are now available to the public for $10 each (or just $5 for additional poems in the same envelope), by paper, envelope, and postal service.



It started when a couple friends told me through instagram chat that the words I was posting (which were, secretly, poems) resonated with them. I immediately started mailing them away, carefully wrapped and stamped with love. Cheesy, but, HEY, WHAT CAN I SAY, I'M A POET.


It's just that the earth's romance has been... depleted. I am doing my best to restock its shelves.


If you can't find the words, maybe mine will help? Browse my poetry gallery on my website, and share them, quote them, and if you feel so moved, order them to your home or to the home of a soulmate.


My poetry pairs well with moments savoured.


Happy reading, loves.


- Ang



Updated: Oct 4, 2020

I had a piece hanging on the wall at the ever-stylish Gneiss Climbing Gym on Banks Road for a couple years, and the painting was just sold. It's like the end of an era.


I had it listed as for sale, but then took it off my list because in a way, it felt like it belonged at Gneiss, it fit the space so well. Gneiss (pronounced "nice") (a type of rock), isn't just a gym to me, it's a community– the people who come there to climb (and sip fresh espresso, aka liquid courage, or "sending coffee",) have the chance to sit between climbs and converse, unlike a regular gym.


Climbing is all about problem solving; on boulders, the routes are literally called "problems". At a gym where people want to get fit with intention, want to challenge themselves mentally and physically, get creative, use their unique strengths, challenge themselves to strengthen their weaker spots, and put their heads together to figure out how to make it up a wall, I think people wind up solving more problems than planned.


The piece was sold to a climbing couple who have had their loving eye on it since it was first hung on the wall. They are the embodiment of what this painting means to me.


Gneiss Climbing is a loving hub of "if you want it, you gotta GET IT", which makes me question more and more– what is it that I reach out for on a day-to-day basis? What am I working toward, and subsequently, achieving? I've found that gratitude has been the most profoundly fulfilling base of any of what I've considered to be an "achievement" in my life as of late, and so, some words about this piece:


Thank you, Gratitude, for being the vehicle of abundance.


Through joy, and now-ness, giving, calm:

A collection of Thanks.


A hallway of artifacts, moments where time was forgotten.


Your face, watching fireworks, and mine, watching you.


The Gratitude Museum.


Puff up your chest to the mirror and say it with me loud: Thank you.


I am wonderful and I am ready for more, for all of it.



A new piece of mine now hangs in that same spot, which is a dream come true- for me to continue hanging art in a place that it is appreciated every single day. (I'm not crying, you are.)


Gneiss Climbing is a nice gym for nice people. I highly, HIGHLY encourage you to check it out and try your hand (and fingers) at rock climbing. The staff, and your fellow climbers of all levels, will be there to cheer you on.


And you can give them thanks.


- Ang