What can I tell you about her? She is bold. When I met her I felt like lightning had struck the chair — I’ve written about suns before, but this woman is full human, full knowledge, full becoming. She strikes when I least expect it, becoming beauty around all of its edges, the tree branch,Continue reading “Perfect Storm”
Tag Archives: light
Brooklyn Bridge
Maybe it’s time I delete you from my text messages; Maybe it’s time I scrub you from my skin, the kisses you would have planted down my neck. I can close my eyes and see you in your black tank top, the sun warming our backs, a dozen freckles sprinkled on your shoulder. Continue reading “Brooklyn Bridge”
Truth is Black
Chasing truth is difficult when it’s wearing a hat 3 sizes too big for it’s head — hiding its eyes from the onlooker, dancing in shadows it knows no better while we go on searching under street lights. December 5, 2018
Phantom of the Opera
Last night I saw Phantom of the Opera with a friend, front row, all the way on the right. She won the tickets in the Broadway Lottery in New York for less than a third of the price. This is what I learned from the show: Be patient. Be aware. Be kind. Love the light andContinue reading “Phantom of the Opera”
Watching the Night
Have I ever gazed a sight like this? Third (fourth) floor? Window sill? Moon shining like a teardrop ready to fall from above? Well, no. It will stay in its place. All you must do is spread your wings and fly up there yourself, darling. You have nothing to fear. It is justContinue reading “Watching the Night”
All
It’s all about leaning forward. In the moments fear grabs your neck like a thief and you don’t know where you belong– the sky or the ground– realize that all we can do is lean into the moment. It’s all about being honest with yourself, about yourself. In the times joy cradles youContinue reading “All”
Haiku 2
Today, there is sun. Yesterday, too many clouds. Be grateful for both. March 26, 2016
Be
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”
why I’m still into monogamy
Like a sunflower at dawn the light circles the window, slowly, from pane to pane: white fabric fading along the edges, the slight smudge of gray near the nightstand, a black and white journal shedding its ink. The carpet is still blue, like an autumn sky with a few scattered clouds, makeup stains sprawling. The dresser isContinue reading “why I’m still into monogamy”
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 