Voice — Tess Carver

a home

Throwing my words into a sea of scrolling posts on social media, where they get swept up and drowned out, no longer appeals to me.
And I want what I share, why I share it, and who I share it with to be purposeful — to have a home.
So, without further ado: Welcome, Reader. You don’t mind if I call you “Reader,” do you? It feels more intimate. As if it’s just the two of us here. Getting to know one another.
And, you will get to know me, because this page houses my honesty.
You may see a poem, a rant, or an abstract stanza. You may read a short story or an essay. You may see my thoughts on a current events.
So, be prepared for anything.
In this home, we whisper, and we roar.

Little Red Journal

Little Red Journal

I have a little red journal.

Tess CarverApril 18, 2021

Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,

My mom is not just my mom.

Tess CarverApril 18, 2021

House of Words

House of Words

These words have become my home.

Tess CarverApril 18, 2021

My Story

My Story

You want to know my story, but stories are hard to tell.

Tess CarverApril 18, 2021

Running Therapy

Running Therapy

Focusing on the steps right in front of me…

Tess CarverApril 18, 2021

Ode to My Best Friend

Ode to My Best Friend

Time feels so oddly flexible when I’m with you.

Tess CarverApril 18, 2021

A Living Dream

A Living Dream

These are the moments one lives their entire life for.

Tess CarverApril 18, 2021

Dear Dad,

Dear Dad,

On your birthday, right at this very moment, I need you to know that….

Tess CarverApril 18, 2021