It’s just an unwatered seed. It’s a sheltered bud. It’s a flourishing thing not allowed to thrive. It is something all too ready to bloom, stunted in its prime. That is the thorn in my side. It’s a beautiful thing burgeoning in my soul, dying where it was planted. It’s not the emergence of something dour, it’s the suffocating of something excellent. And it’s taking … Continue reading the plight of exceptional things

In twenty six, I found some way to resew my life. I needed little more than what I could carry because, at a time, that was the only option. I made all that I have out of fragments of things I’d stowed and toted through decades. I stepped into the persona I spent years trying to fashion. By the end, I assumed a trajectory that … Continue reading twenty seven

Twenty six. The year that sprung eternal. I am a different woman on this last day than I was when it started. I have a new name and a fresh heart. I’ve scrubbed all traces of poison from my life and, in their absence, grew a forest. Most everything I held dear a year ago burned down. But I’ll be damned if I walk a … Continue reading twenty six

I’ve trudged through worse. I’ve paid higher dues. And I’ll be okay, just like I’ve always been. It’s been over a year since those words were said to me: you’ll be okay, just like you’ve always been. They’ve never stopped revisiting like a dutiful cardinal or a pleasant house guest. And they’re no less true. I’ve always been okay, in fact I’ve always thrived. I’ve … Continue reading The light of apathy

I have lost the words to say.So if you find them, make some sense of them. Continue reading Lethargy

I wonder how the honeybee feels in the quiet company of the hornet. For if everything in the universe vibrates, I can imagine that the beating of bigger wings should make our humble bee feel quite out of sorts. There are moments when I wonder if time passes through me differently than everyone else. I dig my heels in against what others will forward. I … Continue reading Good vibrations

The streets have cleared after the freeze like the geese flee the north upon one good gust. I don’t even brake as I approach the red light. I take my foot off the gas and I let the world carry me forward, just as it intends. It’s perhaps the only time in my life that I have done such a thing. I accelerate that which … Continue reading the confessional

The earth has frozen itself to a halt. The wheel of the world croaked to a dead stop. And all we can do is shelter in place and hope to wake up tomorrow. It’s not just the frigid temperatures our powerless homes reach. It’s not just the shut off of water and gas. It’s not just the fleeing of our homes in the dead of … Continue reading Of love and its horsemen

The skyline becomes more obscure as the snowfall moves in on our position. Cozied between these glass walls in bed as the world prepares for ice and flurries. The hours move like hands gliding through hot bath water. They’re deliberate and lush. They needn’t contain more than that tenuous truth to be among the most priceless I’ve ever passed. The snowflakes begin their delicate waltz … Continue reading The snow globe

Little words, and the absence of, change whole meanings, whole days, whole worlds. Tipped like placid scenes in snow globes from despondent tapping. Their meanings are seldom derived from their plain usage, but we assign them such severity. Little words, or the absence of, separate us from the tethers of sanity. And that’s because little words take deep root in feelings we did not know … Continue reading Little words