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

Many impossible things are accomplished simply by doing a one possible thing first. Many impossible things made possible by deciding to try it anyway. Each new step unlocks another sealed door until, suddenly, the way is clear. You cannot find hope that the darkness will break if you do not first strike a match. You will never get your bearings if you don’t use that … Continue reading impossibilities

I’m beginning to atrophy in this golden cage I’m in. Eight months locked away from a plagued world behind gilded bars. I was happy to tuck myself away, I’ve found my own freedom in my confines. But I didn’t anticipate keeping my wings folded for nearly a year. My bones have begun to ache from disuse, and the flightiness within me is calling for an … Continue reading golden cages

I serve no master, not even death. My life is for me and its culmination is not his gift. I will not fill my days with trite adages of love and loss. I will not center the longevity of my life around the finality of its fate. While I am here, I am tethered only to gravity, carried only by my two feet. No simple … Continue reading Untethered

If I spend my days consumed with death then I have already forfeited my life. It doesn’t do to debate reality. The house always wins. There is no resolution to that argument that will bring you peace. In the end, dying is easy. It happens all the time. Living is much harder. Living well, even, is a never ending challenge. The way I see it, … Continue reading Proverbs for the weekend

Perhaps finding balance is not about finding solid ground. Perhaps it is simply about being able to stand up straight atop a wavering, towering pole. It will always sway in the wind. There is no halting or hushing the jarring of the Earth. There is no Mecca at the end of our cloying that looks like a stable plateau. In our undying search for balance … Continue reading The fallacy of balance

“When we’re afraid of the cars that are coming, we don’t stop in the street,” I tell my dogs. “We keep moving, so the cars will be behind us.” “You have to listen to yourself,” I tell my friends, “your body is telling you what you need to do. Everything else can be figured out later.” The words I need are inside me. They find … Continue reading The tracks of the world

The flaxen leaves find themselves littered in the crevices of the aged asphalt. Their honey glow contrasting wildly from the cracked black street at my weary feet. It reminds me of broken vases repaired with molten gold. Little fissures that don’t devalue the art piece, but are believed to make it more beautiful. I kick at them despondently as my heart droops from this little … Continue reading The melting point of gold

I never thought I was a brave person. No one else did either. Until I scrapped my whole life and started over. Then suddenly I was brave. I never thought I was a strong person. I had the evidence to prove it. Until I stood against the hot winds of rejection over and over again, and I stepped forward. Then I knew I was strong.  … Continue reading The disparagement of the fire starter

I still find you all over me like red desert dust. Finger-traced maps of everywhere our skin collided. It’s been months since I’ve laid eyes on you, and yet in idle hours my mind still dances to your fading song. What is this hold you have over me? This claim you’ve made to the uncharted parts of my subconscious? You’re wrong for me, I know … Continue reading When did you become an echo