“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…
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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…
Letters She’ll Never Send
I asked the Universe why there is an incessant pull to and towards you since we’ve met. And even though she stubbornly refused to answer me, I figured some things out on my own. Here’s the thing. I could really, genuinely be with you . Doesn’t make sense, I feel weird saying it, and quite…
Airless Breath
But how? How is it that you, mylove, are the deepest breath and the harshest exhale all at one time? Standing next to you is the first time I breathe. All day. Yet somehow there doesn’t seem to be enough air in the room. I sigh in relief at the feeling of your skin on…
Balance: An Act of Perfect Imbalance
They say life is all about finding balance. Work-life balance, love-life balance, just balance. What we fail to realize is that balance is in fact an act of perpetual imbalance. I found myself on the lower side of that this week, feeling the weight of everything around me sitting solely on my shoulders; the weight…
She
You are either on her side, by her side, or in her way. She knows in order to achieve her greatest expression she must embrace her demons. She would rather struggle than be stagnant. She is sharp, with a witty tongue that tends to get her in trouble. She will always choose her own path…
Itsy Bitsy Ipsy, Oops She’s Sorry?
It’s no secret that my relationship with my mother has been a rocky one. I can spend YEARS describing the trials and tribulations, the roller coaster ride, the *any metaphor you can think of* that has been our everyday for almost 30 years now. And maybe one day, in my wildest dreams where I’m an…
The Missadventure Chronicles 