Singular

Wherever you’re at, there’s lots of us here with you, too. There’s only so much I can divine from your absence. I hope you know I pick the meat from your words and the marrow from your silence. I hope you know that with my silence comes a lot of meaning. From my docileness, a resignation. I stay busy but I’m not full; I’m merely … Continue reading Singular

and now what?

It beckons me, the setting sun. It says not today, I’ll see you tomorrow. But someday you’ll accompany me over the horizon, and then a day will dawn that you won’t see. The culmination of all my life is an ending. Many endings it seems. All that I have now, I will have to part with. Eventually the pieces of my life will fall away. … Continue reading and now what?

the hypothesis

I don’t have the answers. I don’t know what will make me happier, make you freer. I don’t know what collection of things will make this easier. I don’t know what I want. Perhaps we choose the path of most resistance when we center our worlds around something we can’t harness. Maybe there’s never a mixture that keels evenly over time. Maybe it’s always volatile … Continue reading the hypothesis

10 miles in manhattan

Do you know the sensationwhere you can pick out one soundthrough the discord of a busy street?I think that’s love. One perfect harmony surroundedby white noise.A magnetic pull so strongit disrupts your polesand realigns your beingto reassign your north star. And most days I’m nothing but dazzled by its bellow;The one cry in the universemeant for me. And on others I can’t help but fretthat I … Continue reading 10 miles in manhattan

Sweet balsamic

It’s strange, the way the mind’s eye works. That it’s only when something gets deeper, that everything around it becomes less obscured. Or the way that the longer something lingers, it becomes less heady and potent. It seems to defy logic, the way our minds catch up with the world around us. Without a still point to spot, we’re merely trying to untangle all that … Continue reading Sweet balsamic

Sacrificial lamb

I woke up this morning still tired and decided to stop fighting the potentially inevitable. So much of my energy has been routed into spinning my tires against what I dread could happen. So much of my focus is spent on ensuring it won’t. It’s a fool’s errand, it would happen anyway and I will have depleted myself. It’s too unsustainable a way to live. … Continue reading Sacrificial lamb

The lost piece

There is a balance in this world that is deeper than the penetration of the eye, works to the last hour of the day, can thrive in all the places the sun doesn’t reach, continues to the very boundaries of the earth; where the wind suddenly stops and where the Moon beams cannot penetrate. It glows in all the darkest places, exists in all the … Continue reading The lost piece

timing.

Timing is the beastly thing I wage fruitlessly against. It isn’t my tired bones. The words I speak too quietly. Your arrivals that I don’t adequately celebrate. It isn’t the moments when I can’t show up fully. It’s the ones that follow. It’s the goodbyes whose towering silhouettes blot out the sun. It’s the singularity that’s left in front of me, lightless and unendingly calling. … Continue reading timing.