Today while eating a cherry compote parfait in front of the windows at work, I was watching the first rain of the season drench the parched desert and thinking – “here is the life this drab landscape needs.”You died. And isn’t that ironic? Someone remarking on the beauty to come. Someone leaving it behind.
When CP and I were first dating, I used to try and impress him by pointing out constellations in the sky. Orion is the easiest to find and I can usually find it quickly. Then one day I heard this song by Gregory Alan Isakov (it references Orion in one of the lines) and I […]
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Page 202. Paperback.
I’ve always found that poetry just sort of “arrives” when it’s ready. Sometimes I’ll be falling asleep, softly slipping into silence, and a line or an image will pop into my head and I’ll have to roll over, find my phone, and write it down. Other times, the whole thing arrives at once. One time, […]
I’ve been spending a lot of time writing about how I hate my desk. So when it feels like I can’t get away from that topic, I read this: Let’s put away these dried up wordsthey do not tell my stories anymore.Let us give new phrases some air;for maybe they will bloomand give me color.
Somedays I wake up and everything feels too small. I lose a year of life waiting for the coffee machine.The news grates against the inside of my skull. The dishes insult me from the sink. My body is a mutiny – I will not walk the dog. I will not eat another bowl of oatmeal. […]
What is it about Thursday that is absolute garbage? You’re so close to the end – you’ve endured so much. Blessed weekend is close enough to feel the copious amount of carbs, alcohol, and poor life choices on your face. But alas, you are not free yet. There are still 10 meetings, 150 Slack messages, […]
There are no colors within mebut something blooms.It has taken root in my gutand matured in my chest. Winding it’s way into my limbs,wrapped around my muscles, sowing fatigue into the cells. Slowly –until my whole anatomy is heavy. Crawling up my ribcagedespair sprouts in my lungs,grows up my throat,and chokes on the oxygen. Loneliness […]
I wrote this in San Diego, sitting on my bed, in a small ass room that I was paying $700 a month for, six months into a new relationship. I love him even more than I thought I did then. I took this picture three days ago while thinking about Taco Bell. Love takes many […]