Before there was: “meandyou.” There was...me. And there was...you. And then we were “US” (which felt bigger than two) Though now I’m just me. And you are just you. It seems rather strange, (Now that we are through) That I care for me, More than I care for you. The “And” in the middle Was… Continue reading Growth
Category: A Hope Chest of Light Keeping
This is my lighthouse journey, my place of bright things.
Delights that make me blush, moments of bliss, holding myself accountable to find the very thing I know I deserve and how to hold it sacred till it’s really here.
The West Village
Off the grid. Made of winding old pathways with cobblestone and brick buildings hugging close together, telling secrets. The flower boxes, bright red and hot pink, are saturated in the setting sun. Out of every corner bar, with a name gold-leafed on the dark windows; comes the aroma of wine, wood floors and whiskey. I… Continue reading The West Village
wishing stones
A dream. A dream about a big backyard and glowing sunset filtering through the trees. Twinkle lights hung abound and laughter punctured through music as if it were written in (in pencil, of course, at final dress). A cello, soft and low; a whisper, sweet and promising, and a ring of flowers in my hair.… Continue reading wishing stones
Now and then
April 2018 This is what you do, my pet, when the airplane of your love has gone up in smoke: You land it (maybe) in the best way that you can. You let it rest on the grounds of some open field in the middle of nowhere where all is unrecognizable, including the tremor in… Continue reading Now and then
Mind Flutterings
Being an actor is complicated. Mostly because I complicate it with a desire to have success immediately and exactly in the way I believe it should come. Control is an issue, and trying to control a creatively expressive career is not wise. Trying to control your creative life fully is like trying to catch and… Continue reading Mind Flutterings
Red, Blue and Purple
“You know those days when you get the means reds?’ ‘Same as the blues?’ ‘No,’ she said slowly. ‘No, the blues are because you’re getting fat or maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. You’re afraid, and you sweat like hell, but you don’t know what you’re… Continue reading Red, Blue and Purple
On things pertaining to writers block…
Much of this will not be remembered and that is a blessing. The singularity of this summer has a feeling with no name yet. Only looking backwards will I see what it truly was called, I think. And then I will name it. I do not know if all of our blessings need to be… Continue reading On things pertaining to writers block…
The Search
I go peeking for you all over you, man I don't know yet. I try and search out your characteristics like a dog would sniff out a fox. I look into the eyes of baristas and check out clerks asking the un-ask-able question: Is it you? It isn't. I know you will show when I… Continue reading The Search
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