Dear Moon

06/03/2026

If you plan to attend Poetry in the Park, this is the gazebo that I will have the open mic set up in. Please feel free to bring along blankets or chairs, if you’d prefer to sit and listen. 🌞

🌛Camille

05/28/2026

05/07/2026

Tonight, I opened up with a poem on loss. I funneled loss through our five senses to paint a picture emphasizing the dichotomy that exists as we process loss in our own lives.

✨Loss can be the catalyst for growth.✨

What followed was a theme that organically emerged from the individuals who stepped up to the mic, each sharing pieces of themselves in their poetry. Loss. Loss was the theme. Loss on a spectrum bobbing and weaving out of different landscapes. It wasn’t planned.

It’s incredible, actually. The room felt familiar, calm, light; almost like a family gathering or gathering of close friends, all with a previous connection. Unbeknownst to them, that previous connection was loss. The thread of commonality.

Loss facilitated connection. It all comes full circle.

I love this little space that I’ve created. It’s everything I thought it would be, and more.

I’ll see you again next month!

🌛Camille

05/03/2026

-loss-

“If this fleeting concept of loss had a taste, it would certainly be bitter.
Or maybe it could be sweet, like the aftertaste of those mint leaves we’d pick as kids and chew on until they wilted on our tongues.

But then again, loss can feel like the ground being ripped out from underneath your already shaky feet, as you plummet to depths unknown.
Loss can feel like the nostalgia of your childhood bed and the beloved Pocahontas pillow you couldn’t go without.

Loss can smell like the smoke from a fire lit in your backyard to burn up any memories that remain.
Loss can smell like the rain falling outside your windowsill, sweeping up the faintest perfume from the lilac tree that barely bloomed because of the destructive nature that exists on the planet we call home.

Loss can sound like the piercing silence that followed just seconds after the car accident that threatened to take your life when you hydroplaned into the telephone pole that cushioned the blow of your body against metal.
Loss can echo the sound of a laugh you came to cherish, now only a memory.

Loss can look like innocence ripped from your hands because justice is rarely justice served.
Loss can cascade the most beautiful morning glow over your tired face with a reminder that as the sun rises, with it comes a new day.”

🌛Camille

05/03/2026

Join me for May’s Poetry Open Mic Night hosted on the first Wednesday of the month (May 6th) from 6-7pm at Grigio Wine & Cocktail Bar!

🌛Camille

04/15/2026

In honor of National Poetry Month, let’s share what poetry we’re currently reading; think books you can’t put down or maybe you’ve fallen in love with a new author. Don’t gate keep, share the magic with the rest of us.

I’ll start!

🌛Camille

04/05/2026

-inner whisper-

“A silence so loud it pierces all sound,
echoing within familiarity.

Intuition raking over the rhythm of the heart,
sifting out a palpable pulse.

Guiding you through the dark alleyways of transgression,knocking on the doors of grace.

Listen, can you hear the roar?

Inner whisper, shout louder.
Shout louder once more.”

🌛Camille

03/30/2026

Get ready for a month-long celebration of creativity! I'm beyond excited for April, and the reason is simple: it's National Poetry Month! I've planned an array of fun activities to pay tribute to the world of poetry. So, stay tuned for more information.

I plan to kick off April with our poetry open mic night on April 1st from 6-7pm at Grigio Wine & Cocktail Bar!

Bring your own writing and/or the writing of someone who inspires you.

I’ll see you there,

🌛Camille

02/05/2026

I am so grateful for all of the love and support I’ve garnered in the 2+ years of hosting poetry open mic nights in my hometown.

Thank you for sharing in this dream of mine.

I love hearing each of you share from such a diverse array of writing styles and talent. I know it’s not easy for those of us who are introverted. Listen, I may play my cards right in the moment (coming off cool, calm and collected), but it takes a lot for me to stand up in front of room full of people and spill my heart out in the form of poetry.

This is why I created Dear Moon.

I want others to know that they are in a safe and inclusive environment that fosters their creativity and makes them feel as though they’re apart of a much larger community of writers who support one another in their creative writing endeavors.

I see you.
I support you.

Until next time,

🌛Camille