Summer comes in muggy and hot.My clothes stick to my skineach time I leave my apartment.Days float together and timestops making sense.Each time I walk outsideI feel like I’m sinking intoa warm swimming poolthat I didn’t choose tofloat in but here I am,floating away down the lazy riverof days of this wildly weird summer.
Category Archives: Prose
beyond the shores
the sound of fireworks echoes beyond the shores traveling inland at the speed of light crowds marvel at the sight oohs and ahhs at each colorful pattern dancing about the summer night sky street lights out eyes adjust to appreciate the gathering celebrating another year on these shores the freedom to be whoever you chooseContinue reading “beyond the shores”
The Story
The stories we tell change over time.Man loving woman was the story told to survive.This line of thinking no longer appliesYes it’s how new life is formedBut now we can love who we loveLoud and proud without needingTo follow what worked for others.There’s so much shame aroundChanging the stories when reallyShaming someone for loving someoneInContinue reading “The Story”
vacation – land
For a few days I slipped away to An alternate reality mirroring my lifeWhere I could take back and reflectWith the help from a good friendHow to appreciate living in the nowWe explored streets, both old and new to me,Sharing stories, watching movies,And reminding me the importance ofAccepting where I am instead of mourningAll IContinue reading “vacation – land”
one night I saw the northern lights
the lack of sleepled me to discovera magnetic sightsolar shower causedcolors to light upthe night skydazzling surrealisticto experience all alone I looked around and wondered why there were no other souls around to see I could hear screams down by the beach I smiled thinking of the view they must have had from below IContinue reading “one night I saw the northern lights”
Between Two
Everything falls into placeAs I begin to pack up this spaceAnd go at my own pace.I drag things downstairs and putThem in a closet I will return toAt a later date. The stuff I needThe least goes first. Doing this 3xsIn one year has made me an expertAt knowing what I don’t need nowBut can’tContinue reading “Between Two”
Step By Step
step by stepI heal thewounds tornopen by traumalaughing aftercrying is thebest kind ofmedicine thebane of myexistence isout of mycontrol all Ican do is breathethrough themoment wheremy brain feelsthreatened whilesignaling mybody to remainstill battlewounds formfrom unsuccessfulattempts I formboxes with mybreathing asI follow thecircle aroundand aroundtrying tostay calmwhile cryingisn’t my strongsuit but I tryand I applaudmyself withtheContinue reading “Step By Step”
Type This Story
The montage plays in my headScenes blurred from realityEarly morning, but my thoughtsSwirl as though I have been drinkingLost in trying to type this storyBefore it leaves me, typing awayInspired by songs filled withRaw vulnerability, the poet of our timeInspired me to write down half thought-outLines on notes that live in the cloudOne day I’llContinue reading “Type This Story”
Grief is a Funny Thing
Grief is a funny thing.In that there’s no one wayor right way to grievesomeone passing.It’s not a straight line,it’s scattered all overthe place, sometimesit’s difficult to pick upthe piecesto begin the process ofunderstanding the depththat was left behind.If the person was in pain,you’re happy they’reat peace.If the person was wronged,you’re left shockedand angered bytheir exit.EmotionsContinue reading “Grief is a Funny Thing”
On The Boat
For Grandpa Boat Whenever I see a boat, I think of you.I am taken back to summerdays on the water,I think of Minnesota.I smell sunscreen andwet carpet on the houseboat.I think of my grandmother’s presence,her ability to make everyonefeel at home even whenon the river.I think of your black poodleDomie running around.I think of jumpingContinue reading “On The Boat”
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