Sometimes it’s more prudent to be thankful for the absences we’ve acquired than wondering what we’ve yet to gain. A loss is a win when something subtracts from your life. Celebrate grace instead of shackling yourself to your humanity. If you shine a light on a human for long enough, eventually you will see where they crack. You cannot change your nature, you can only … Continue reading Midnight Lessons

The flamingos don’t wish to be blue, and the dung beetles don’t seek other things to roll around. The bees laze in flowers and the heron watches the shore. And none of them need to be any more.  But the human struggles always with their limitations. They spawned imaginations just to think up new horizons from which they can fail. We’ll never be immortal or … Continue reading To be nothing more

Maybe you’ll never get an apology. They may never acknowledge what you said. You could get it all wrong. Everything might blow up in your face. And you’ll still always have this. Seventy degree days at the end of November. A free afternoon. The small victory. A passing smile. Christmas lights around a yard flamingo. You might step in it two days in a row. … Continue reading As paint dries

Sometimes you can till the soil until the entire Earth turns over, and still nothing will grow. You can water a seedling with your own tears until you flood the world, and still it will not grow. You can transfer your essence to this heart outside your body, forfeit your entire life force to this thing you will to rise, and still it will not … Continue reading Until the Earth turns over

Life is a whole lot of white noise. Every once in a while, something harmonious rises to the top to grab you by the hand. Take what you need and leave the rest.  Only you have ever met your heart. Only your body has become acquainted with the soul inside. Your path forward, your intentions, what you’re truly destined for are things only known by … Continue reading Happenstances

She moves through the world like it’s but a danceWith a grace and poise that leaves a trail of wonderSometimes she feels as if she’s missed a stepBut what she sees as a stumble, they see as a bow She twirls, and it kicks up the magic of the cosmosShe knows not how her sashay inspiresHere she thought she was dancing aloneBut if she were … Continue reading The ballad of Maria

To be misunderstood. That is the thorn in my side. That is the splinter that prods from underneath my skin. It’s a feeling that has grown foreign. I’d become accustomed to a wave pool that oscillated at my frequency. I find myself, mouth agape, as a wave crests every time. How had I gotten so woefully out of sync? All I long for is one … Continue reading The thorn in my side

When all else fails, I am grateful for open dumpster lids. For a quarter gallon of gas left in my tank. For the upstairs neighbor belting Adele on her balcony. For one more glass of wine left in a bottle. For a lower electric bill. For a well placed rainbow. For the perfectly timed sign. Sometimes my silver linings look like chance opportunities and open … Continue reading Tarnished nickels and open doors

Sometimes you have to play the long game. You may lose the battle. You may have to limp from a war torn field with the little you have left to a chorus of mockery. The wounds inside you may burn angrier than anything that tore your flesh. But you know something they don’t know. Smoke billows on the horizon. The thundering of hooves signals aid. … Continue reading the long game

It’s 4:30 AM in London. Here I am, a quarter of a revolution away, wondering if you’re dreaming. Do the street lights cast long glowing shapes across your walls? How soon will you rise? I wonder if you lay on your side, your cheek contorted where it collides with your pillow. Would you startle at the idea of someone on the other side of the … Continue reading the men that men could be