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

Heavenly tethers that make the world hang in the cosmos, hold me down. What divine scales balance out all things in kind, find some parity in the singularity of my heart. When cold shadows paint my world in harsh relief, spring for me some light from the ether. I await your prophetic torch to cut a path through even the narrowest obscurities.  In this boundaryless … Continue reading Little matches light big fires

From the outside, I admit it must appear that I am brave. I’ve made the hard choice, risked it all, stared down the fork in the road. But the truth is, it wasn’t about me at all, I’m afraid. Courage has nothing to do with it. I have no choice but to meet my fate. Oh sure, I could while away my time looking for … Continue reading Little to do with courage

Rusty. A term we apply to ourselves in apologetic preparation. A warning that our failings are bound to show. But the presence of rust implies weathering storms. Rust implies standing sacred grounds through harsh conditions. Rust means you made it. Out the other end of many dark skies, you’re stronger because of rust. Rust merely encumbers utility, not inhibits it. You shall never be too … Continue reading The coming of rust

The rain falls so slowly that if you didn’t move you might not feel it brush past your skin. The wind betrays its position, joining the cool drops to your warm flesh as they await impact on the ground. Loyal soldiers, faithful servants of the sky. They deploy from the clouds, a place humans would not wish to part from, to martyr themselves upon the … Continue reading Even the rain bows for Autumn

I will not apologize for my nature, but I will work harder to keep my wind out of your eyes. I will not apologize for my nature, but I will try to keep the ground we’re standing on from quaking. I will not apologize for my nature, but I will try not to scorch you with my sun. I will not apologize for my nature, … Continue reading Of winds that blow hot and originate from cold places.

I can’t remember who I was before you came.And you were nothing until I wrote you into existence.Suddenly, here we both are,Fleshed out for the very first time. I finished writing the first draft of my first novel today. I’ll revisit the story many times, as I smooth the rough edges and polish it to shine, even in the absence of light. But here today, … Continue reading A writer, unwritten

Here I am, in all my knowing ignorance and acknowledged naivete. I stand before you eager and wide eyed and so very curious of what I don’t yet know. I peek through the slats in the door, willing into existence a bright green meadow that will sprawl and sprawl with abundance. I know the folly in that, and I will it anyway.  I came to … Continue reading Young and new and blooming