If I had but one day left, I would not weep, I would not mourn. I haven’t done all that I wish to do but I have everything that I’ve ever wanted. I have the courage, unlocked, to make something solid out of my dark, humid daydreams. I have the fortitude to weather on when the tides push me under and my tender body is … Continue reading to be cut when burgeoning

The world is little more than a delicate layering of power. Those who have it, those who want it, those who trade in it. Whether we think of ourselves as formidable or not, the way we move everyday is defined by an undertow of ascendency. Our simple movements are a black market for any semblance of sovereignty we can get. Because we always think that … Continue reading A delicate order

Such a feverishly longed for breath, the one that comes when the world evens out. The fifty degree winds that ride off the back of Spring’s first peek at the world. The tenderly accosting spray of a great body of water. To feel something silvery moving through the parts of your body that were closed off from contortion. Your rib cage opens like grand gates … Continue reading Azureous

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