Writing poetry on the shores of Lake Michigan as the sun sets in the background.

Poems from Long Beach (2022)

Welcome back to my blog! 

2022 was a year for the books, filled with love, travel, and personal growth. I got engaged to the love of my life, made memories in new places, and spent countless hours reading and writing. As I explored the country from coast to coast, I found myself constantly drawn back to the beauty of the Great Lakes, specifically the shores of Lake Michigan. It was there, in Duneland, that I found the inspiration for these poems, each of which is accompanied by personal photographs from Long Beach, Indiana.

I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. 

The Escape

Escape with me.

We’ll go far away,
to a place they won’t have already
     seen me, 
         known me, 
             judged me.
To a place where I can be 
     without pretense.
To a place like Paris, 
     or Neverland.
     or somewhere else. 

Escape with me.

We’ll run far,
      the world’s wide,
           let’s explore it all:
                the nooks and crannies,
                the alleyways and backstreets,
                the mountains, the canyons,
                the lakes and the seas. 

We’ll go places you can 
only reach in your 
Because we can escape together, 
        without ever leaving
                 the place it all began. 
A Duneland Sunset

Chicago, I see you there, 
you sparkly-eyed silhouette.
Tiny stars fly in against 
a Golden salamander sunset.

Metallic waves roll in, 
painting a mirror in their wake,
reflecting darkening skies and beauty; 
a photo you could never take. 

The city from across the lake,
could hit her with a skipped sea stone.
As the sun sets on Duneland, 
I miss the bright lights of my home.

But, I listen to my inland sea. 
It grows quiet, the sky goes dark.
Like a beacon, still you shimmer.
My breathing, beating birthmark. 

The Autumn sun flipped a switch. 
Like magic, the leaves were aglow. 
Their light shone on the dune cave, 
ivy-covered, hidden from below.

It was a shelter from the coming cold.
A haven for our love to grow.
A sanctuary to find our god.
A refuge from the status quo. 

We called it “Nestletopia,” 
our perch upon the shore, 
and stole stones from the beach, 
as if we needed something more
than the art we made at the lake. 

In each other, we found DaVinci. 
The teacher, master, pupil, servant:
every hat worn by the sea. 

Our veins intertwined with the ivy,
until our dying day. 
Even then, we lingered still, 
like life was just foreplay. 

‘Cause we left a golden mark, 
constructed a sea-side portal. 
A Great Lake upon Eternity, 
time travel for a mortal.

A tiger striped with turquoise 
became a starless night.
A void in the noise;
the Theatre de Fright. 

Any horror could ensue
on this stage, once blue. 
Dare not misconstrue,
It could happen to you. 

"I'm not scared of monsters."
You try to convince me.
"What about witches?"
"This close to the sea?"

Your ego brings you comfort
'til shadows shift with the breeze,
and the beach is overtaken by a
deep, ghostly freeze. 

You scoot close to the fire.
There's no need to count sheep. 
Despite your fear of reapers,
The sea soothes your soul to sleep.  

Glowing embers flicker,
the last of the light. 
Your breathing grows weary,
'til your neck is grasped tight. 

Emergency! Emergency!

Their whisper whizzed past me first;
so loud, it gave me whiplash,
a neck cramp,
as I tried to identify the culprit.

’Til I saw them, 
glorious, in formation,
flocking, flapping furiously
towards their destination.

A murmuration!

“Will we make it?” cried one.
“Stop squawking!” murmured the next.
“Flit faster,” called a third.
“Cooperate!” another twitted. 

“We have to stick together.” 
“A storm is coming.” 

So they swooped and swirled,
close together, well-knit. 
The starlings headed west,
’til a reverse split. 

“Safety,” breathed in one. 
“Shelter,” breathed out another.
“Life,” breathed in the next. 
“Future,” breathed out a fourth. 

As they floated out of view,
their murmurs became a memory,
and in their place, silence.

The blizzard had arrived.
An Indiana Afternoon 

Days after the storm. 
A walk along the frozen lakeshore, 
just before the sea and beach 
rekindled their romance.

You and I saw 
sand cliffs become waterfalls, 
ice pancakes become stars, 
the sea become the universe. 
We watched waves rush in, 
and dunes disappear. 
Nothing living in sight,
just the wind did we hear. 

January in Long Beach, 
or maybe we were on Mars. 

Check out An Indiana Morning from my first installment of Poems from Long Beach!
Was it You?

The winds sang the song of my ancestors, 
people who loved this place before me. 
I sat on the pebbled beach, 
waves lapping into the shore, 
as the sky transformed. 

A light show caught my attention 
across the horizon, 
across from the setting sun. 

Stars danced on the water, 
getting closer and closer 
to my resting spot against the boulders, 
til they were upon me, 
swirling around me, 
engulfing me in the light. 

“Who are you?” 
I barely whispered, 
not wanting to dispel the magic. 

The winds replied. 
“Energy is neither created or destroyed.”

The swirling light got 
brighter, brighter, brighter— 
‘til suddenly, 
with a poof, 
darkness swirled instead. 
The light was gone, 
like it had never been there at all. 

“Energy is neither created or destroyed.” 

The winds’ words lingered like the tide, 
as I wondered where the lights went. 

I’ll Dream of the Sea

Metallic blue sea,
come back to me.
Rainbow sunshine, 
will you always be mine?

One minute you’re there,
the next, you’re gone.
You smolder and gleam,
then disappear with a yawn.

In your place,
outer space.
Inky scars, 
glowing stars.

A different flow,
it’s time to go.
I’ll dream of the sea,
‘til you come back to me. 

Bring it on, 2023. ‘Til next time, we’ll dream of the sea.

Books Set in Watch Hill, Rhode Island

Are you looking to add a book to your TBR that will transport you to a cozy, New England town? Do you dream of sandy spits, salty breeze, and the charm of a wealthy, multi-generational coastal haven? Is your favorite song “the last great American dynasty” from Taylor Swift’s folklore? Or maybe you wish you could be on the guest list to one of Swift’s notorious, star-studded 4th of July parties?

If you answered “yes” to any of these questions, this is the ultimate book list for you!

The books listed below are all set in Watch Hill, Rhode Island.

Watch Hill, Rhode Island

Watch Hill, Rhode Island is a historic New England coastal village that is steeped in tradition, affluence, and American values. Just a two hour drive from Boston or three hours from New York City, Watch Hill is located at the most southwestern tip of Rhode Island and is characterized by gorgeous sunsets, rocky seashores, and old money.

View of Watch Hill, photo taken by Richard and Mary LaGarde

The bluff after which the town is named was used as a lookout point during the French and Indian War and Revolutionary War. In the 19th and 20th centuries, Watch Hill became an idyllic summer resort for a number of families— many traveling via train from places like St. Louis and Detroit.

Today, upon Watch Hill’s highest peak, sits the legendary Holiday House— a multi-million dollar mansion that once belonged to Rebekah Harkness (who married into the Standard Oil fortune) and now belongs to singer/songwriter Taylor Swift.

Holiday House, photo taken by Richard and Mary LaGarde

Watch Hill’s geography, culture, and notable residents make it the perfect setting for any type of novel. Many authors, including myself, have been inspired by the history, tradition, and all-American nature of this timeless New England coastal village.

Books Set in Watch Hill

Lucky by Kristina Parro

If you are a Taylor Swift fan (especially any folklore lovers), interested in the Golden Ratio, love mythology and philosophy, or enjoy unique, genre-bending fiction, Lucky is a book you need to check out!

Lucky is a story unlike any other… a fairytale of modern times. Inspired by 2020 Album of the Year, folklore, Lucky weaves together the stories of two powerful women: Rebekah Harkness— notorious, scandalous heiress of the Standard Oil Fortune— and Rhea (Rae) Harmonía— America’s favorite pop-star. Both women become rich beyond their wildest dreams… but soon come to a harrowing realization. It may be that only the pursuit of happiness is fun. Once the dream comes true, life seems to become a nightmare.

Bonus: This book is my debut novel! There is a ton of content on this blog that talks more about Lucky.

Finding Mrs. Ford by Deborah Goodrich Royce

If you are looking for a lyrical, thought provoking thriller, Finding Mrs. Ford by Deborah Goodrich Royce is the book for you. Susan Ford lives an idyllic life, splitting her time between New York City and Watch Hill, Rhode Island. She seems like the type of woman who keeps her life— and everything that is part of it— under control. Until one morning, in the summer of 2014, when the FBI pays her a visit… and Susan is forced to revisit the summer of 1979. A summer where everything changed.

Bonus: Finding Mrs. Ford was written by Deborah Goodrich Royce who lives in Watch Hill. There, she and her husband restored the iconic Ocean House hotel. Deborah also played Silver Kane on the hit ABC soap opera, All My Children. You can check out a conversation I had with Deborah on Instagram LIVE!

Eden by Jeanne McWilliams Blasberg

Eden: A Novel by Jeanne McWilliams Blasberg has the cover image of a black and white Watch Hill beach.

If you are looking for a poignant family saga full of generational wisdom, Jeanne McWilliams Blasberg’s Eden needs to rocket to the top of your TBR. Eden is set in Long Harbor— a fictional Watch Hill, RI— a town packed with wealth and tradition. But as with everything, for families summering in this coastal village, there is always another side to the coin. In Eden, secrets are revealed, stories are shared, and lives change with the times. Join Becca Meister Fitzpatrick, a wife, mother, grandmother, and pillar of the community, for what might be her last summer in Long Harbor… as she struggles with the discovery that her recently deceased husband squandered their nest egg.

Bonus: Eden’s author, Jeanne McWilliams Blasberg, also has a home in Watch Hill! She is an amazingly inspiring author and thought leader in independent literature. You can check out the conversation I had with Jeanne on Instagram LIVE!

The Summer House by Hannah McKinnon

From the book’s description on Amazon: “When Flossy Merrill summons her children to the beloved family beach house to celebrate their father’s eightieth birthday, both cherished memories and long-kept secrets come to light in this charming and lyrical novel from the author of The Lake Season and Mystic Summer.

Flossy Merrill has managed to—somewhat begrudgingly—gather her three ungrateful grown children from their dysfunctional lives for a summer reunion at the family’s Rhode Island beach house. With her family finally congregated under one seaside roof, Flossy is determined to steer her family back on course even as she prepares to reveal the fate of the summer house that everyone has thus far taken for granted: she’s selling it. The Merrill children are both shocked and outraged and each returns to memories of their childhoods at their once beloved summer house—the house where they have not only grown up, but from which they have grown away. Featuring McKinnon’s “sharp and evocative” (Kirkus Reviews) voice, this warm-hearted novel is perfect for fans of Elin Hilderbrand and Mary Alice Monroe.”

Blue Blood by Craig Unger

If you love narrative non-fiction (and can manage to get your hands on a copy of this rare book), Blue Blood by Craig Unger is for you. Blue Blood is actually a primary source I used for my debut novel, Lucky. This book chronicles the life of Rebekah Harkness, heiress to the Standard Oil fortune and star of Taylor Swift’s song “ the last great American dynasty,” and includes her scandalous history with Joffrey’s ballet.

Other Art inspired by Watch Hill

Florida based artist Mary LaGarde has also used Watch Hill as inspiration for her art. Her painting, A Marvelous Time, is inspired by Taylor Swift’s folklore and the last great American dynasty. You can find her painting (and prints!) here: A Marvelous Time.

Bonus: check out the transcript from the conversation Mary and I had about her painting and my book here: A Marvelous Conversation with Mary LaGarde

Thank you to Mary LaGarde (and her husband, Richard) for providing some of the photos used in this blog post.

Have you read any of these books? Comment below and let me know what you think.

Also, feel free to send me an email if I have missed any Watch Hill inspired reads. I want this to be an all-encompassing list!

Note: I am an Amazon affiliate. If you click any of the above links and purchase the listed books, I will receive a small commission. Thank you for your support.

Poems from Long Beach

Lights, rocks, the beach, the lake, and the sunset. Photo by Kristina Parro.

There’s nothing quite like spending time at the beach in autumn. Leaves falling like rain. Fiery sunsets. Nights by the fire. Waves crashing into the shore.

It is magical for me, being so near the place where the water meets the sky. Cleansing. Inspirational.

I love to wake up early and watch the sun rise on the horizon, while drinking my latte and listening to the surf. I enjoy long walks on the beach, while talking and taking in the views. I cherish moments spent with my friends and family; moments spent with my thoughts and my notebook.

These photos were taken and words were written on the shores of Lake Michigan in Indiana.


An Indiana Morning

Waves crashing against the rocks of Long Beach. Photo by Kristina Parro.

Morning. Two lovers. A walk along a hazy, pebble-covered beach.

The sky is aglow, painted by the rising sun. The tide is high; waves crash into the shore. The froth rushes out, leaving behind reflected rainbows in its wake.

Still water snakes along the lovers’ path, leaving sand islands between them and the lake. As the sherbet hues dance in the stillness, the couple stops to take in the view.

She leans in for a kiss, then they pause for a moment, faces pressed against one another. Just being, together.

The smell of his Nivea lingers on her face, long after the walk is over.

Who knew an Indiana morning could be this beautiful?


A figure walks along the shores of Lake Michigan, the sky and setting sun are reflected in the water. Photo by Kristina Parro.

Dive into my dreams.

Learn each square inch of my sun-lit cliffs and the shadowy depths of my valley floors.

Take a dip into my subconscious.

Learn who I really am. Deeper than I even know?

Bathe in my rivers. You shall learn, then be rewarded.

But, beware of the depths. Don’t drown.


The sun sets on a rippled Lake Michigan. Photo by Kristina Parro.

Spring turns to summer, then fall to winter.

Things grow, then die.

Love burns, then withers.

The circle of life: nothing is constant but change.

Water and Fire

A couple walks on Long Beach at golden hour. Photo by Kristina Parro.

The waves crash behind me. I’m warmed by the fire in front of me.

I sit on the beach, thinking about the people who have sat here before me. The Potowatomi’s, pioneers, and Presidents. Simon Pokagon, Harry Tuthill, Joe Biden.

My grandparents.

I want to ask them, “Were the colors always this vibrant? Was the sand always this soft? Were the sunsets always this beautiful?”

Time changes everything, but maybe this beach is beyond her grasp.

The lake grows dark behind me. I’m enlightened by the crackle of the flames.

A November Sunset

Unedited photo of the sunset on November 7, 2021 on the shores of Lake Michigan in Long Beach, IN. Photo by Kristina Parro.

As the salmon November sun sank into the glassy water, the world, momentarily, was set on fire.

Brushed stripes of magenta and apricot appeared painted on the turquoise sky, then reflected in the tide.

Just above the horizon, lead clouds were lit from underneath. For a moment, just a moment, the entire world glowed.

The beach doubles as a panoramic stage for the ultimate virtuoso to show off.

God? Mother Nature? Or, Miss Universe?

Selfie of me at the lake in November 2021