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
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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
From the top of the years
This was written on January 5th of 2018.I am not sure I am any closer to this life that I dream of. But What an interesting moment to look back on, within my sorrow such clarity. "In the quiet moments of my day I often daydream about so much more than I have. I don't… Continue reading From the top of the years
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
lake district
"You will find someone else to love you." That is what I say to myself when I feel my heart grating against the want of you. Despite the knowledge of what should be, and with the knowledge of what is, of what it was. I fall deeply into the lake of our past often. I… Continue reading lake district
Persephone rising
She said, you are in the long night now, girl. The sun is far, far away but dawn will break eventually. Hold tight to yourself and outlast the dark. I told her I was hardly holding on to anything, much less myself. She said to keep holding on anyway, to whatever I could find. She… Continue reading Persephone rising
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
swear not by the moon
When the clock struck midnight on New Years, I was standing on the freezing beach in Delaware under the brightest moon glowing on the bundled faces of Mom and Dad, Mackenzie, Rickie, Kyle and Kelly. And of course, Liam the black lab. I looked up at the stars and out at the darkness of the… Continue reading swear not by the moon
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