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”
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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”
Audience of One
The shadows of day dimthe light, causing the attentionto be taken elsewhere, tired ofwaiting for the promised showto go on, then failing tosee the final surprise.Too busy talking and runningto pay attention to detail.Audience of one,the statues were brokenbefore the head appearedtaking away the funwhile no one else cared.
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”
Daily Reminder
Mistakes happenThings will be correctedBe patientTry not to overthinkOr drown yourself in senseless worryYou are not your scariest thoughtThat will not happenStay presentRemember to breatheThings will be okay
To Find Myself
I drive down the roadInto the woodsTo find myselfAmongst the leafless treesAnd cold winter breezeI listen to old songsFlashbacks to my childhoodAlways pop in my headRoad trips to San DiegoSitting in the backseatWhile my dad blastsBob Dylan on repeatListening to a favoriteSong on my iPodIn the living roomMy grandmother sitting onThe couch with a bookIContinue reading “To Find Myself”
Creative Spark
The books I read Inspire me To see reality A little differently Remind me why I love to write To make everything Seem more bright To look into the sky And feel myself settling Into the ground With the soles Of my feet With a pen In my hand Connecting to my soul Creating somethingContinue reading “Creative Spark”
What Would Joan Didion Do?
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.” Joan Didion When I read on Twitter last Thursday that Joan Didion had died, I was shocked. I kept on thinking, Joan Didion is dead. I don’t know whyContinue reading “What Would Joan Didion Do?”
Mikey’s Wild Night
Mikey was so obsessed with going outside that he snuck out into the night when the door was cracked and no one was watching. Poor little old guy got stuck outside, pacing back and forth in the newly fallen snow on the porch. His meows woke up the sleeping dog upstairs but the dog didn’tContinue reading “Mikey’s Wild Night”
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Ice cold air, sliding doors frozen shut, inhales that burn your lungs, shivers that last for days. Single digit temperatures transition into the negatives during the night last until morning. It’s too cold, too too cold. Too cold to do anything outside. The day’s activities consist of sitting by the fire, hiding under blankets, workingContinue reading “0”
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