by Perfectly Poetic | Dec 2, 2025 | Field Notes
There are days when the world feels muffled — not muted in despair, but softened, as if someone set down a thick, gentle hush over everything. Footsteps seem quieter. Thoughts do, too. The edges of life lose their bite, and even the air has a slowness to it. In these...
by Perfectly Poetic | Jul 21, 2025 | Essays
Romanticism swept in like a storm of moonlight and melancholy, handing us poetry laced with longing, dreams disguised as destiny, and emotions turned up to eleven. It gave voice to the soul, draped in velvet and mist, and invited us to feel more deeply than perhaps we...
by Perfectly Poetic | Jul 17, 2025 | Field Notes
There’s a parallel universe made entirely of forgotten umbrellas. You’ve seen the gateway portals — coffee shops, buses, coat racks in church basements. Each one of those umbrellas was once chosen, purchased, maybe even loved. Now they sit — crooked, water-stained,...
by Perfectly Poetic | Jul 14, 2025 | Essays
Love, Marriage, and Probability of Murder If you live in the United States, your odds of being murdered are approximately 1 in 18,989. The odds of being murdered by your spouse? Three times as high. But, if you were to find yourself married to England’s King Henry...
by Perfectly Poetic | Jul 8, 2025 | Field Notes
Some days slip by unnoticed, like a draft under the door—quiet, forgettable, but somehow unsettling in their subtlety. There’s no grand revelation, no spark of inspiration, just the dull hum of clocks ticking and coffee cooling too fast. And yet, those are the days...
