Category Archives: Uncategorized

It’s on days like this that I think of you most: the couples arm in arm holding each other up giving each other hope believing in something greater than themselves something enduring, sublime. I see people happy in each others’ … Continue reading →

It’s on days like this that I think of you most: cold bitter dry days when the skies promise nothing but burden and ache and the air is difficult to take in and the land offers no purchase for those … Continue reading →

I used to send you personal poems thoughts presented in secret just for you so you would know just how I felt. I see little point in that little exercise anymore for every poem’s about you. Every thing I’ve read … Continue reading →

I’m trying to remain calm to keep my cool. I’m trying not to say what I’m feeling mostly because I don’t know what that is yet. I know I’m pissed and frustrated and fairly unhappy but I don’t have a … Continue reading →

You should come to my place. It’s tons better than the last time. The towels have all been cleaned. Well, at least they were wettened. I’ve changed the sheets twice this year – and that’s calendar year! I’ve made lots … Continue reading →

I’ve been following you for some miles now sweating after your bus racing through streets always in sight of the quarry but always behind. I’ve gotten just to your window but never your attention. I haven’t been able to reach … Continue reading →

At your event you gave chocolate kisses to anyone who asked. You were generous. You did not judge. You were indiscriminate. You provided your gifts to all because that is the kind of person you are. Everyone is free to … Continue reading →

It has been quite some time since I have felt so stupid so awkward so ill-fit. I am not used to this level of fluster in my speech or hesitance in step. Is this what love feels like or dementia? … Continue reading →

The words were walls. The words were buildings different ones that we each had entered separately and locked between us. The words we said were trenches were missiles were hurled at each other not in anger but in something more … Continue reading →

I have had four regrettable mustaches in my time on this plane. The worst of course was that thing I tried to grow at fourteen. That wisp of a curl was something no one should have tried. Slightly better was … Continue reading →