I can't write. It's not working for me right now. I think it's because I've got things locked up tight. There's too much going on, too much that has to get done, and too many petty grievances. If I let things go, only a crater will remain. Perhaps I can send out invitations to those... Continue Reading →
You should be me.
(I'm not writing much these days. The words are trapped inside behind emotions I don't want to deal with. I miss it, but the wall is impressive. On the bright side, it prevents chaos. And yet. Once upon a time (or almost five years ago), I wrote more poetry (and published the same on Tumblr).... Continue Reading →
i would tell you (poetry)
i would tell you i love you more than my life, that your existence is more vital than anything in the world, that your smile helps me up every day; i would tell you that since the first moment, when the pain and blood had passed and they put you in my arms, my heart... Continue Reading →
I wish I spoke bird.
I wish I spoke bird. Chipmunk or coyote would be cool too, as would deer or bear. Birds hop in the nearby grass as the rain falls, seeking worms. Four-legged beasties climb my trees, venture bravely into my yard, grab pears the size of their bodies and drag them back to their nests. I hear... Continue Reading →