It was this day last year that I realized I could not unlove you. It was cold and wet and I found “home” on a trip home that I never intended. It was this day last year on a chilly fall morning that I realized when Johnny Cash talks about coffee it must mean love….
Tag: memoirs
Note to Self: Be. brave.
I’ve had this blog for a little over five years it turns out. You know how I know? Because WordPress reminded me this year when it was almost time to renew my site dues. “Congratulations! You’ve had your virtual space for five years, now run me my money b*tch.” And that’s basically all she wrote….
Good Days & Grateful Hearts
Whenever I had one of those days that Alexander had, you know those terrible horrible no good very bad days, I would drive to my moms house and just hang out with her. She’d make me laugh, I’d pick on her, we’d usually go shopping, and she’d inevitably always tell me I could do it….
Stargazer
Yesterday I went to the supermarket to pick up dinner and found myself wandering around the floral department. You see I had purchased a small bouquet of flowers a few months ago and when they died they had dried in the most beautiful way that they stayed fully intact and simply looked like they were…
Different Love
I am the woman you fear because he loved me different He loved me in a way that you wish you understood He loved me in a way that spoke to the cosmos because no other language on this earth could explain it He loved me in a way that words could only begin to…
A Moment III
“Are you happy?” he asked. She looked across the table at this man that was once her could have been. God he was handsome. She leaned her head thoughtfully to the right. “Yeah,” she responded matter of factly. “I am…. It’s easy. Being with him is just easy. I’m not exactly used to it.” He…
Letters She’ll Never Send II
&& in the orange twilight, as I catch my breath for the first time in weeks, all I can think of is you
Dream Invader
as darkness falls and blackness crawls he reappears night after night without reason, without right breaking through every barrier spreading his sensory disease, nostalgia, he’s a viral carrier even in slumber my body shifts flailing and flopping my minds eye taking apart our time, clipping and cropping his invasion? implanted scenes, his nightly creations beneath…
The Missadventure Chronicles 