Being a human– what are we ingrained with? Are we patched up with our fears, long before we meet the spider? Are we made to go hunting for spaceships and the meaning of life? To be is the only answer, the only response, the only real question. So often we feedContinue reading “Be”
Category Archives: being
The Revenant
Last night, at the movie, you sat next to me. The theater was full, I sat alone between you and three guys, conscious of my singleness. But then you rolled over, to share his faux leather recliner, and I smiled. Most of the time, my independence likes being alone. It getsContinue reading “The Revenant”
Something Worth Fighting For
Do you have something worth fighting for? Under the depths of a powerful river do you think, “I wish I could tell you, ‘I love you,’” then yes– you have someone worth fighting for. In the next snowpocalypse do you go drifting off to your bed at noon, arms full of magazines, gin on ice andContinue reading “Something Worth Fighting For”
through my window
the intersection of tree and sky, the lines they paint across pale blue horizons while two black specks of bird chase each other. *** Truth, expanding over snow-dipped houses– it will never be found beneath my pen. *** the earth knows things my mind cannot see. *** but I can still sit back, exhale, and soak in theContinue reading “through my window”
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”
in the stars
is our time hidden in a far off galaxy? did we happen yet? or will we forever wait for our time to come? December 22, 2015 happy end-of-2015 slash almost-New Year! ❤
The First Day
The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”
Is there another way
I just want to be honest here– who wouldn’t want equality? Who wouldn’t want to know that your skin is tied to mine and that all unknowns competition bred can be flushed out of our pores, one last time, in search of a brighter, more natural glow? Who wouldn’t want to spread love instead ofContinue reading “Is there another way”
The Observers
Questions, too many questions, are not meant for this life. We are the Observers. We are learning, not to create, not to know, but to feel, to build, to grow in the direction of what is perfect: our own Being– Love, gazing skywards. October 30, 2015
some thoughts on capitalism, some thoughts on life
It’s important to talk about these things. Our inevitable flaws, our deepest heartbreaks, our tightly wound, “What if’s.” It’s important to talk about them rather than just think them. As beautiful and helpful as introspection is, talking is a necessity. Often, it’s our most available form of release. Words enter the world rather than beingContinue reading “some thoughts on capitalism, some thoughts on life”
Reaching Joy 