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.
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’ve always found the outdoors to be a spiritual experience, to be “my church” so to speak. If God is chillin’, I figure he’s closer in the open air than I’ve ever felt to him in a building, crowded with people. Experiencing a beautiful place, giving thanks for it, recognizing the air in my lungs […]
You once told me in a dark parking lot at 3 a.m. “She won.” As if the love I had to give was a competition. I still sat in your car while you asked me to be your friend.I don’t know when I got out,and I don’t know when I took your wordslit them on […]