To get my arms around you, oh boy. Oh boy what a treat. I am not sure yet if that is what I want to fix my mood. But today, oh boy, I could use your arms around me and vice versa. I wouldn't even worry about the smoke in my eyes. I wouldn't complain… Continue reading Oh boy
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Mabon
Last night the moon came down and kissed me awake. She whispered about you. She said she’s had you in her glow for quite some time. She told me to be patient. She mentioned I had to prove I was worthy for you in the same way I would be worthy to befriend an ocean… Continue reading Mabon
Checkpoint
It has been exaclty 3 months since I turned 30. Since then I have: visited an old city in a new way picked sunflowers and wildflowers on a Sunday in August made a peach pie with the radio on awoken early to walk the beach at sunrise in July read a few new books laughed… Continue reading Checkpoint
Born homesick
Two animals pressed upon the opposite walls of a cage. There is no rest yet. There is only mistrust. What a way to start this. I snarl and so do you. You lash out at me and I slash back. We, neither of us, leave our sides of the invisible line. You grind your teeth… Continue reading Born homesick
Hope looks like
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
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
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