I have several reoccurring dreams, dream components mostly. Like the house I grew up in, that beautiful living room usually. Such care went into each book placement, she splurged on the furniture, it had to be Victorian. The stenciled trail along the ceiling molding, albeit no longer in style (was it ever?). She loved it,… Continue reading In Dreams or Nightmares
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It’s Mint
I love her at her best, natural and vulnerable and she so rarely shows that self. The same could be said of me except I show my lash free self whenever I get the chance, despite being ignored by the opposite sex or well, everybody. I guess I know what it takes to be invisible… Continue reading It’s Mint
One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the… Continue reading One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
The Blue Dress
That darn blue dress. She hangs low these days and even though we've not worn her for many moons she still remembers so many things; what it was like to twirl, kiss and be kissed, take a chance, to feel loved and adored, to feel betrayed and broken, I think the last time I wore… Continue reading The Blue Dress
Becks In Bed
I used to bathe in being blissfully unaware. I met you and it was like 8 years of squinting at the light but also sitting in the dark, so untrue of so many truths I used to cling to. Becks in bed looks so different now, she seemingly does not exist, still celibate and I… Continue reading Becks In Bed
Butterflies & Wallingford
I found this old book of my writing, it seems to be notes for a book. True to my young and idealistic form there are butterflies doodled all over this document...I had a thing for butterflies and poetry. 8/28/2001 "yes I love you" is another doodle of sorts, I don't think I knew what love… Continue reading Butterflies & Wallingford
He’s Ain’t No John Wayne
My father is an 80-year-old Oklahoma-born, Vietnam vet, a retired police officer, and very much a man of his generation. So of course he wanted to be a John Wayne type. If you are not familiar with JW let me give you a few examples - from the movie Hondo (this is totally how he… Continue reading He’s Ain’t No John Wayne
Go Ask Alice
Not that Alice, but if you could ask Alice anything what would you ask? This Alice though, she's the one I can't get over: "I happen to love rabbits, especially white ones" - Alice Kingsley When I reflect on my mild obsession with the Alice movies I can remember being very young, sick with something… Continue reading Go Ask Alice
Hello Goodbye Girl
Goodbyes, farewells, run baby run, abandoning and sometimes leaving behind a beautiful wreckage, ships after a storm, my disorganized storm. I've abandoned ideas, pursuits, people, and things - so many things but mostly ideas. Ideas about what it looks like to be, anything. My reality is still me playing alone in my room as a… Continue reading Hello Goodbye Girl
Promises, Promises
It feels amazing to keep them, that sounds so awful but I have broken so many out of fear. Elementary promises like just showing up. This has been my main hurdle this year and I have done well but lately, I have shown up for so many people and things that I find myself driving… Continue reading Promises, Promises