Sometimes I wonder, when the days are shaded, if I’m too complicated. If I come with too many things to figure out. I wonder if I might be a riddle others don’t care to solve. But I heard something recently and it made me wonder; what if the best parts of life exist between complications? What if the only shades of love you can see … Continue reading Complications

I’ve got a bad habit of falling in love with art I can’t afford. Of playing the same song a thousand times. Of rewinding to the same parts over and over. I’ve got a bad habit of sticking my heels into the ground until they’re planted like hundred-year-old oak trees. Of getting an idea in my head and immediately cashing it in. Of becoming consumed … Continue reading Bad habits

Fireworks may be magic, but they’re a fleeting one. Momentary shows of light, they dazzle us for mere seconds and then they’re gone. What remains in their wake is a haze of smoke that hangs around our shoulders. It smudges out everything behind it. It’s a disorienting ending to a decently mystified diversion. Obfuscating and concealing. We take steady flames for granted. We tire of … Continue reading Midnight sun

It’s the fingers of fresh sunrays stroking an Earth untouched this day. It’s the thrill and fear of a good drop. It’s the deafening noise of a waterfall. It’s the startling silence of a still forest. It’s the warmth of spring’s first emergence. It’s the shiver down your spine on the penultimate day before fall. It’s the tender but all consuming wonder of a butterfly … Continue reading The Composite

Life gets sweeter when you let it ripen. There will be no mistaking if it’s ready for the picking. No bite will go unsavored. Give it exactly what it’s asking for and its peaches will grow large and its branches will blossom. So many people I’ve been. I wonder if they’d recognize each other, if they’d be friends. All I know is that the earliest … Continue reading Of rains that fall and suns that scorch

If this feeling were a place, I think I could settle in here comfortably being in such crowded company. Together we’d bask in the unfiltered sun and we wouldn’t even mind that we were going blind. We’d sing all the songs, gaze at all the art, read all the books that were borne of our shared weakness. Perhaps it’s not so unpleasant a place to … Continue reading A purgatory of excellence

I could just burst, and perhaps I might. Like a good blackberry in the August heat. Perhaps I need not spill my ripened truths onto anything, but out into the open. I feel like could rush, like a charged wave, if only just to end upon a craggy shore. My skin burns with the anticipation, like it does on an unfiltered September day, I’m willing … Continue reading Goodness

Maybe the moments can pass like sweet molasses. Slow and rich and sickly sweet. Perhaps they can coat my palette with an endless puckering, perhaps they can linger in the way that only pure things do. I like this dance, I’d just never gotten the rhythm right. It’s just occurred to me, you can have all the time in the world, if you’d just slow … Continue reading In season

I’ve been thinking a lot about intentions. Silly little things that mean a lot and are ultimately forgotten in the noise. We accept them as they are and then we morph them into something new. Demonize them, glorify them, modify them to fit our fears or justifications. Intentions are lost to the sands of time because we only see what we want to see. I … Continue reading to step outside oneself

My own fear is no longer an acceptable copilot. If what I dread will meet me, I will not duck. I will not alter course, I will not tuck my tail. If the same outcome will be true either way, I will face it as the woman I am. To have rearranged myself only to succumb to the same misfortune, that is the true defeat. … Continue reading and though she be little