For Jimmy I fell in love with your green eyesthe second I saw you.I watched their vibrancy fade overthe years but my love for you never did.You were a constant light inmy life, a source of comfortwhen everything felt unsteady.Your patience with your reality,especially with the cat always stickinghis foot on your foreheadwas unmatched.I admiredContinue reading “Green Eyes”
Category Archives: Prose
Bed Ridden
The crystals in my left ear kept me in bed for three days.I hated screens, movement, and the reminders of life outside my room. I sought comfort in the sound of my fan on my dresser and the darkness sleep brought, which was more often than not. It’s the only way I could feel comfortable, drifting off into sleep, avoiding all signsContinue reading “Bed Ridden”
Writer’s Block
“The creative adult is the child who survived.” —Le Guin It’s difficult to explain to thosewho don’t understand.The throughline of childhoodbreaks off somewhere asthe decades continue on. I hold tight to my pen to make sense of those early years.How they definedthe womanI am today.Healing my inner childone day at a time.Poetry helped mefind myContinue reading “Writer’s Block”
Memory of Pink Faded Clouds
The early November skybefore sunrise is untouchable.It’s quiet but fierce, wantingto burst into the daybut takes a moment to breathe.I drive east. I watch the darkblue grow lighterpops of yellow appearbelow the horizon,as though the sun is ripping throughthe universe, through the land and sky,to say good morning, hello.Music plays, it’s too early tocomprehend aContinue reading “Memory of Pink Faded Clouds”
One Week
I’m writing thisfrom a placeof clarity,the place I get to beone week a monthor 12 days if I’m lucky.The haze had cleared,the spirals have settled,I can pinpoint my feelingsand work through themin more balanced ways.I’m not swinging from oneemotional extreme to the other.I don’t take things as personally.The lens I look atmy life throughisn’t asContinue reading “One Week”
Nahko
My dogwas a ball of happiness.All he wanted wasto love.He was fiercely protectiveeven with no threatin sight,which made itchallenging at times.I loved the wayhe ran upstairsevery morningonce he heardmy door open.Like clockwork he would be therewiggling his whole body,ready to make mesmile.
Parallel
There are different sections of time all happening at once.They run parallel to each other, living indifferent time periods.Past, present, future.All aligned to run and function at different times.The rivers flow but never collide.Fiction predicts the future shown in the past.What has happened hasn’t occurred and is currently present.
Fades To Blue
There’s light in the darkness,you just have to find it.When everything floats away from you,you can’t focus on anythingbeyond the buzzing sound your fear makes in your thoughts.You float away in your daydreaming,you stay there for years without seeing.It becomes your norm overnight,you follow the phases of the moon,count on one hand the shooting starsyouContinue reading “Fades To Blue”
Kaleidoscope
I drive down snowy roadsalong the coastlistening to chappell roantrying to stay warmtrying to stay sanein these monthswhere the sun doesn’t shineand snow drifts into pilestaller than me
These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around
We only accept change after its happened.We live amongst each other,keeping our space while still acknowledging we share the same air whether we like it or not.The less we knew, the less we continued to care.We cared until we moved on to other things. It happened gradually over a year or two.The obsessions we hadContinue reading “These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around”
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