Take your hand off the door and take a step with me. Flex your eyebrow while your side eye grants me a grin– did I say it again? “I like you,” and all those messy thoughts aside, “I know you,” or at least I want to. My steps feel lighter now thatContinue reading “Morning Commute”
Monthly Archives: January 2016
Perfection Is A Fiddler’s Dream
One for Love
A gentle tap. A slight placement of a hand, carefully, on my back. Eyelids perched on radiant, story-layered skin. The sound of your kiss like the rain; the taste of your breath, a summer wind. Your gaze tells me you have everything, right here. I trace your lips to remind you I am only extra.Continue reading “One for Love”
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We are all just golden leaves; We are all just fallen petals. thinking back to fall on this post-blizzard day…happy Sunday! xo
on lunch break
how nice it is to sit by the river and unwind, blink by blink. you know your same-old view in the city: skyscraper tree tops that leave you wanting for a chickadee where can I find just one bird? (the pigeons are beautiful, mind you.) I yearn to hear a song; the waterContinue reading “on lunch break”
On being human
Originally posted on Free Write:
Consider that we may not be so decadent as chocolates, But souls wrapped in warm rice paper.
Solitude
Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting. by John D Moulton A walk by the sea, Alone with my memories. And some old poems. Nobody takes my hand but Solitude my old best friend.
Rings
It would never have worked out anyway, you and I. . Me, a lonely tree, still sturdy enough to shelter you when there was rain my own pain present in my rings– you wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t made you ask. . You, a fallen sparrow, just looking for a place to stay until youContinue reading “Rings”
Breath Incarnate
Originally posted on Embracing Forever:
Peace taken up by the flesh has a rhythm to it. A field of frozen grass and falling snow, mixed with true inhabitants, will ripple with tongues of steam. Life will move in and out of itself, and possibilities will disperse from their smoky origins, drift into the branches of trees…
Winter
A strong voice; A tight tongue; A golden light; A subtle hum; A white streak; A black vase; A warm hand; A big mistake; A brisk wind; A right wronged; A lonely night; A sad song. January 17, 2016
Reaching Joy 