I exist here, in these small spaces set forth in the quiet. That perfect center at the eye of the storm where the air is still and calm. There could be houses blowing around me but that’s not important right now. Right here in this place, neither here nor there, I exist as a refractor of light. From every angle, a different version of myself.  … Continue reading The girl in the eye of the storm

The rain falls almost weightlessly outside, making no noise as it collides with the pavement, seeming to hover in the air as it descends. The night is quiet, my body weighted with exhaustion. The champagne has since gone flat in the open September air. The cacophonous sounds of celebration and life still ringing in my ears.  This day I’d imagined, born into the world with … Continue reading The mayday of an atrophied heart

There is nothing in the world like a woman who has her mind made up. When the fires behind her eyes catch wind, no natural force will quell them. No obstacle is a blocker, no crossroads a diversion. There is nothing on this Earth that can deter a woman who knows what she’s going to do.  No godly creature more likely to empathize, to heal, … Continue reading Nothing in the world like a woman

I am but a dandelion seedUntethered for the very first time.I know not where the warm breeze leadsBut the view from up here is sublime. I miss the company of the others from my stemAlone for the very first time, hanging on the wind’s hem. Perhaps I’ll never visit the corners of the earth they’ll dotPerhaps I’ll be the only of my kind to rootFor … Continue reading But a dandelion seed

Until further notice, I will be claiming curious absentia from the source code of my life. I’ll be setting out on my own to demystify the untruths that have harpooned acidic punctures into the fabric of my being. Forget the fables of your yesterdays, it has come to my attention that any likeness of me is bound to be disastrously flawed. Some new information has … Continue reading Curious absentia

Money is an easy commodity, only valued so vehemently by those with nothing more precious to gain. I could name three things off the top of my head that will bring me more money in a matter of hours than a day’s work at a high rolling office. It simply isn’t that noteworthy. Humans are fickle creatures with boundless curiosity and fused attention spans. We’re … Continue reading Easy commodities flow easily away

Our worlds end with the swift final word of a good book and the final look of a good tv show. Little eras that rise out of the ground like saplings and grow to shelter us under sturdy and strong branches. Their roots grow around us like an exoskeleton, caressing us with their familiar tendrils. By the time it’s over, whole parts of ourselves have … Continue reading Little eras

As long as I can afford prosecco, I’ll be alright. As long as I keep my lights on and my fridge stocked with $16 to spare for a bottle of wine, I’ll muddle through. As long as the lights on my patio still twinkle and my curtains still float in the wind, I’ll find a way. Even on the worst days, I love my life. … Continue reading Sixteen dollars to spare

Even the freest among us are still hostages to their natures. Even the bird can’t fly off into oblivion, lest they disrupt their migration patterns.  We stand gridlocked in our portion controlled lives and we look up at the sky. We wish that we were on passing planes. We wish for the independence of the humble geese. But even the geese have their orders. They … Continue reading Flighty creatures

Always lusting, I find myself in small hours draped over the couch, head warm and swimming with thoughts of something that feels foreign and familiar. Swooning during the dying of summer over the notion of 60 degree days. Yearning during close quarters of my uninhibited freedom. A hankering during a quiet evening for those sauvignon soaked moments of cracking chemical reactions between two small bodies … Continue reading The silent song of heart