A Look Into Jules' Glass Bottle

                                                                                                                                                                                                  Time, and Time Again  A calm breeze swallows my fears. The wind in my sails, guided by my dearest friends and family.  I cling to comfort,  yet they bring out the best in me.  Encouragement—  how do some liv...

  How I Wonder Every so often, I glance up at a tree to see— a singing bird, perched upon a branch, and below it, crawling, the smallest ant. I wonder how I felt those obstacles would get the best of me. 

  Embrace It      Embrace the obstacles       Moments which are unbearable       Bring out the      Resilience which make my      Aspirations, in their entirety       Completely anew       Especially the dreams I could never choose

Contentment      There is a happiness      which engulfs me, a joy that completes me.       As I am no longer sabotaged by cruelty.      For I choose peace,      over temporary conflict and insolence. 

Spring Forward                How I love this season,                the season of spring,                which makes the flowers bloom.                And the trees weave through                beautiful plains.                 It symbolizes a hope,                which will not be deterred.                 We spring forward with                 the daisies and roses.                A little sneeze,                is well worth the enjoyment,           ...

  Soup Joumou  It’s the first of January, in the season of Winter, A yearly tradition is to take place. The holiday season hasn’t quite come to an end, As the celebration of Haitian independence  And the New Year begins.  A large pot is lifted off the sleek, electric stovetop,  After a careful wipe with a wet cloth.  Nearby countertops are covered with various seasonings— Pepper, seasoned salt, garlic, and nutmeg.  Children with cheerful dispositions,  Filled with curiosity as to the delicious meal.  Conclusions are drawn as fresh bread fills the home. The ringing of spoons in four bowls— It’s Soup Joumou! Immediately, four wooden chairs,  Scrape against the tile floors,  Beneath the dinner table.  A beaming mother places four colorful table mats,  Bearing blue, red, white, green, and yellow. And those steaming, white ceramic bowls  Of Soupe Joumou and baguette—   After the folding of hands, a special prayer,...