I squint at swaying treetops and wish I could volley overhead like the wind does. Or scamper from branch to bowing branch like the squirrels do. They remind me of restless children bounding on beds, waking every sleepyhead. The hawks hover. They barely pump their wings; they just harness the air like a sail and … Continue reading trails
My old quilt of a mind spreads out delicately like a bridal train. Gently now. Lightly. One thought, then another, sinking into the tender patch of presence. The earth is a cradle and I bed down gingerly into it. It’s also a coffin, but not for me today, far as I know. Expired leaves spin … Continue reading cradle and coffin
The minutes slip through my hands like reigns I’ve lost hold of. There they go, making off in the mouths of horses within seconds worth of freedom. Why must they be such runaways? Feral moments, I can’t manage or keep you one bridle or bit. Chasing. The days are full of chasing. My soul can … Continue reading chase
I oscillate between the two extremes: hide or be seen. And therein lies the tension of a communicator. I could construct an entirely separate world of fiction and tuck myself deep into a pocket within it. Maybe I’m in the setting and you can’t spot me because I’m grass or sidewalk. I’m foundational. You just … Continue reading quotable
I walked outside into a web of cotton candy humidity. The air was fibrous. My lungs strained to pull the thickness in. Sometimes breathing is an arduous task. Sometimes you have to labor to rest. Oftentimes, choosing to live is the most grueling exercise you’ll do in a day. But choose, you must… Choose, I … Continue reading muggy
Time is a tricky thing. Always borrowed. Never guaranteed. It wears disclaimers like: Handle with Caution and No Refunds. It’s quite the weasel. I’ve made good use of and squandered, both. I enjoy how it lends to healing but resent how it can be stolen so easily. I admire how things grow inside of … Continue reading time
Had a little stint of sickness that proved to be more severe than I realized. But I’m mending now, and finding it much easier to breathe like I need to. Sure is easy to take something so unconscious for granted. I’m aware now. Had a revelatory moment in the midst of everything. Pretty significant, actually. … Continue reading welcome
It’s a strong coffee kind of Thursday. I was up into the wee hours catching up with an old friend. This is the friend whom I first spotted meandering up to our pink and blue trailer that one summer at the awkward age of 13. She had two younger brothers in tow. We had that … Continue reading cackle
The day winds down and I’m sticky from my labor. My skin is clammy and my hair pasted behind the frame of my fogged glasses. I feel the day’s work in my feet. My gait is different in the evenings. I shuffle a bit with slowed steps that are bearing what feels like twice my … Continue reading turning in
I already feel heavy. Just yesterday I spent a swath of time floating weightless on my back, feet dangling into the warmth of the lake water. I saw clouds and rays through the sliver of a gaze. I listened to life with ears submerged and it sounded like that place between a dream and waking … Continue reading float
SHE GILDS THE LILY: a lavish waste of words and wonder 