You entirely miss the substance of life when you’re only looking through the holes. When you gaze upon a beautiful piece of lace, do you see the pattern that the silk creates or do you stare absently at where the silk is missing? Do you judge a masterpiece solely by the stretches of cornflower sky or do you let it enrich the landscape as a … Continue reading Caught in the voids

How comically delicate is the tether of the human. Feeble against even the simplest jostling. Easily frayed, frequently strained. How woefully asunder the hinges are that we cling to. Broken apart day after day and reattached bunglingly. It happens so often we rarely have the time to source better parts. So we content ourselves to walk through the day, willing shotty parts to see us … Continue reading Short leashes

You have to sit still to capture something. The universe is, at its simplest, a coalition of serendipitous moments. If you linger just longer than you have to, oftentimes you witness the magic that most of us bustle past. Get out of the city, lay in a hammock, experience the butterfly migration as it occurs around you. Oftentimes we find ourselves in moments, experienced so … Continue reading The coalition of serendipitous moments

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