He said with his glasses off every light in the distance looked like a star. I told him to keep them off for a while. Maybe it’s not so bad to see things that way. Everything is always guiding you home if you let it. Even if we don't understand why yet. I've been brought… Continue reading Hope looks like
Canine
This morning, while watching the sun peek over the roof of the house across the street, I saw a little brown butterfly float so gently she looked like a leaf falling from the tree. That is how I feel getting to know you. Like I am both falling and floating. Moments of ease punctured by… Continue reading Canine
Maybe
Let’s get a house with an attic and fill it with holiday decorations and pull it all down once a year and rejoice in what we have forgotten we have and smile knowing we haven’t lost what we love. Lets get a house with floors worth treading and dance all over them from front door… Continue reading Maybe
Growth
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
Blessings
Summer, you have been good to me. You have not always been fair or easy, but you have always met me where I am. Summer, though I know we will be together for a little while longer; I want to thank you for letting me be. Truly present in the pain, the sorrow, the anger,… Continue reading Blessings
crickets
I hear crickets. The even hum of them, the inhale and exhale of their sound. I hear them beyond the air conditioner in the hall, and my fingers on the keys, and the traffic from 83. I hear them as I fall asleep at night, I hear them when the evening sets and the sun… Continue reading crickets
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
prayers of hope
All of you that changes is welcome with me. All of you that shifts when the wind blows. All of you that let’s go when the Burden becomes heavy. All of you that learns how to pick it back up again and carry it longer. All of you that tastes sweetness and sighs. All of… Continue reading prayers of hope
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