“She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.” -Anne Dillard I could begin this post by telling you how my mom read to me as a child, or my favorite books that I remember best from the early-dawn years of my life. Instead, I will tell you that there’s no one certain date I can…
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Switch
I could circle you, ravenous, and take you as my prey, But I would rather roll onto my back gentle as clouds and let you have me under that watching blue sky. Control is an illusion but I keep reaching for it, Perhaps I’ve been waiting for the caress of words; the intoxicating loss of control. The muse imprisoned,…
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MeMe
I hadn’t been able to write lately. I hadn’t been sleeping well, I wasn’t able to concentrate. I felt like I was trying to get to the surface, but it was dark and mud coated my mouth. I didn’t know how to say what’s been going on in my head. I don’t know how to write about things like…
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Fever Dreaming
It struck fast, when it did. I went to bed after what I assumed was a coughing fit brought on by the temperature changes (it happens sometimes; my asthmatic lungs are fickle) and woke up with chills and body aches. It’s been a rough few weeks around here. We have all been hit hard with the flu. And, in…
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Do They See You?
It’s no secret that I am a bibliophile, for which my husband has always been supportive, but he isn’t the type to buy books as gifts. That changed this past Christmas. He picked out the book pictured above: it details various Tarot card meanings, and ties those meanings into tips to increase creativity. Mike isn’t a reader. He isn’t…
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Lost Mirrors, New Seasons
And maybe you want to believe that every person who comes into your life is your soulmate or missing piece or the one who might finally save you. But maybe, they came into your life for something wonderfully human and brief and fragile: to introduce you to an author who writes into your soul or a song that says…
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Sequoias
I think, if I could live as long as they do, Maybe life wouldn’t be so mysterious Or maybe I would simply accept the mystery And not question it. Maybe I would be braver With my head in the clouds, If I knew my roots were deep as heartbeats. Maybe I would find myself beautiful With my russet bark,…
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The Introvert’s Winter
This time of year settles into my bones; it makes me lethargic, yet also kicks my brain into a sort of hum. I both ache to see my loved ones, and ache to be by myself. My life’s consisted lately of numerous social functions, family gatherings, and various obligations. I am so grateful that people want to spend time…
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Things That’ve Made Me Happy Recently, Part 2
It’s been a couple of months since I have made one of these lists. I think my gratefulness comes through in many of my posts, but, well, I just really like making lists sometimes. Antibiotics to help me feel better. I have a kidney infection going on, so I am glad I am able to take something that helps…
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Emily & Kennedy: 11/02/2019
When Emily approached me about the idea of writing a poem for her upcoming wedding, I admit it, I cried. She has, and continues to be, extremely supportive of my writing, and I realized that I was being given an incredibly gift; the opportunity to use my words to show her how much I loved her and Ken, and…
