Well, it seems summer is hanging on like an ex this week, so it’s my noise-makin’, wonder-filled chatterbox and I, and a low creek all to ourselves. She noticed it was Girls Night Out Thursday night downtown, and asked why we were not out. I promptly offered her a rain check for Friday night since … Continue reading tru

come now

Come now.  Softly.  Delicately.  Drape yourself like a bedsheet. Lightly.  Weightless. Cast yourself like a shadow.  Do not carry a single thing — simple or complicated.  Nothing that bears weight shall you hold. You are being now. Not doing. No furrowed forehead or drawn jaw.  Release.  Drop.  Open up.  Shoulders sinking. Head resting.  Heart cupped … Continue reading come now


I woke up as dreary as the morning. I feel like a murderer. Every day, for a lot of days, I purposed to killed anything that moved. If it showed signs of life, it had to die. I choked out many things, to the point of death. Some I just put a gun to and … Continue reading haunted


Walk with me? It’s morning and there’s a day’s journey ahead. The trail is damp with evening’s dew. My feet are eager to move. I snap twigs underfoot and spook two white-tailed doe deeper into the woods. They are elegant and swift creatures, and I’m reminded of my namesake — gazelle. I’ve a bounding heart, … Continue reading trail


Have you ever listened closely to a trickling stream? It’s like a far off conversation between lovers: hushed voices careening together, composing an intimate whisper. It tells the secret pleasures and agonies of love.  Every rock and pocket produce the sound of perseverance. The lullaby of carrying on — moving on through. Obstacles only make … Continue reading stream


There’s the faintest of droplets spritzing from above. It’s a moody misty morning and I’m happy as a lark about it. The cooler the temps, the warmer my heart.  A garden spider spun a doily in the picture window, as if it had intended on captivating us. It looks like a swath of beaded lace with … Continue reading misty

24 hours

The past 24 hours have been eventful, to say the least. You just never know what a day will hold, and if you’re even able to hold it. Because let’s face it: sometimes it’s a game of High and Low on steroids. Sometimes, a day can spill into your lap like hot coffee on the … Continue reading 24 hours


The 5 am moon is still hanging; stars still pitched in the black onyx sky. Soon it’ll fade out to a drab silver, then into a powder blue. Morning will sweep aside specks of light, like dusting a tabletop. And that luminous crescent will dangle seemingly too long into the dawn, until the sun outshines … Continue reading waltz