I have a lot of anger that doesn't know where to go. I am not sure, at all times, what I am angry about. I feel frustrated, turned around, upside down. I've bit my cuticles raw. The cold, wet of February is dogging me. I am down. I don't think it's unusual for someone to… Continue reading Thursday’s child is full of grace
Tomorrow…
We go and pick out your bridal gown. We stand witness to a new form of white. As soft as spring, as strong as spider's web, perhaps with buttons? Maybe with lace or chiffon? Who knows what the details will be. Who knows if I will cry when I see you, in a veil trying… Continue reading Tomorrow…
Three days in
The place is a mess, but the paper work is signed. I balance my whole life on a tender and delicate idea. Boxes unpack and things are hung. Floors swept and wiped. I peek around corners and try to learn the lay out. I see myself in new windows and flick the blinds open and… Continue reading Three days in
We go
The last day in January and big adventure awaits us tomorrow. We fly, we pack, then drive home. Home. Your home and mine, in someway, I hope. I am itching to get this part over. And so are you. You are frightened and so am I. I am treading as carefully as I can, although… Continue reading We go
a few questions lately:
What if forever looks like this? What if it gets better from here? But then again, what if it gets worse? What if I go wrong somewhere, and everything falls apart? What if I am brave and it works out? What if something wonderful happens? What if I cut myself some slack? And you, what… Continue reading a few questions lately:
So soft, the petals unfolding
I hardly heard it coming, this life. These things I am about to embark on. Some of them wished for so hard, I feel as though they drew blood from me. Some of them a surprise so deep I catch myself confused looking in the mirror. Has my whole life been coming to this? What… Continue reading So soft, the petals unfolding
What I hear, what I see:
The room, blue leaning towards green.The light, edging out of gray towards white. The curtains, patterned with flowers and the shades open to the thin tree trunks outside.The blue blanket covering your legs. The green one covering your foot. Your robe, edged in white around your neck. The contrast of your dark beard.The glow of… Continue reading What I hear, what I see:
Post Mortem
I do not know what it is like to be dead. I can only imagine it to be like sleep–but longer. And perhaps better. Maybe even more peaceful. But it seems impossible to imagine that. Sleep and death. Brothers that share the same bedroom. I have seen movies where people die, I have read many books and… Continue reading Post Mortem
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