Lately? I’ve been living on a raft, waterlogged pieces of driftwood tied together by the frayed rope I found in the garage of my last temporary home— the home I thought would be my last temporary home. I feel like if I make one wrong move I’ll lose my balance and fall into the never-ending … Continue reading Lately?
Before you ask, yes, I've been counting. I need something to do with these restless thoughts of mine, so I've been counting the days since I last saw you. I hope you're doing okay, wherever the hell it is you've decided to run away to this time. I wish you were here. So I could … Continue reading Day 49
starts with a mimosa, or two, orange for me, something new each time for you pair it beautifully with eggs and lox while we sit on the porch of our favorite brunch place loosing memories of when the days were cold and we were alone because none of that matters now in this company day … Continue reading Day Drinking
Wonder. And Friendship. With just a hint of Indecision. Okay, maybe a little bit more than "just a hint," but we can't all be Certain. I'm rarely ever certain of anything. I spend my days in front of a screen— writing and scrolling and asking myself if this is really what I want to be … Continue reading My Name Is…
"Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." -Robert Frost I've always found poetry somewhat pretentious, which in turn made it, to me, uninteresting. Now "pretentious" might have just been a part of the stereotype the art form could sometimes give off. I actually didn't have anything specific against … Continue reading On Poetry