Moon in Full

October’s chill hits my skin. I step out into the night, my barefoot on the cold wood. Moon so crystal clear, so pretty, so bright. I gasp at the sight of the shine. How clearly I can make out its craters. It reminds me of the midday sun. I try to snap a photo butContinue reading “Moon in Full”

autumnal equinox

the crisp clung in the midwest air as the wind blew slightly cool. autumn arrived over night, driving from one state to another, the change in weather marked the beginning of fall layers. the clouds moved in and by night, rain was covering the road. red wine and dancing was mixed with cozy blankets andContinue reading “autumnal equinox”

thoughts of now

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. Sylvia Plath smell of fresh rain sound of fans turning late afternoon naps sweaters and tea first thing in the morning dogs going crazy all the time drives with scenic views hips hurting from standing oneContinue reading “thoughts of now”

10:23 pm

my window is closed I can hear the cicadas chirping loudly tonight drowning out the usual quiet of august evenings, the rain this afternoon startled the whole house the dog ran from the bathroom to the closet nonstop for thirty minutes like a spy trying to hide darting from one dark space to the other,Continue reading “10:23 pm”

end of june blues

the end of pride month grief lingers heavy in the summer air I cannot properly put into words how I am feeling still in the midst of processing the weight of the fact that women in this country are not allowed to choose what’s best for their bodies

Tired

How many kids have to die in school in order for change to happen? I am tired of seeing the same news cycle trying to in-act some type of change but nothing works. Nothing works. Why? Why do these events keep occurring and we’re left hopeless? Why do parents keep on losing their kids thisContinue reading “Tired”

Lost Dog

Nights spent waiting for the dog to bark again. He’s lost his center to the dark. I wake up at two three four in the morning and try to get him to calm down. For someone with anxiety, I don’t do a good job at comforting him. I’m short with him, I yell, I getContinue reading “Lost Dog”