I dreamt of you beneath the full moon’s glow and craved a portal to the moments of our youth. How unusual? Me who sweeps night’s visions away like broom and dirt now leaving the dust of memory to scatter and pillow on the bedroom’s scuffed pinewood floor. I tried fitting fragments of slumber into myContinue reading “Baker Beach”
What Was and Shall Be
Dear: please, forgive me for not having seen the curve of your heart fold in front of me Our love was without hellos, now it’s tear-stained goodbyes. Your droopy antenna pulls towards a blank gray sky And you will fly on with gray plastered wings, drifting high over our far-gone dreams Yes – I willContinue reading “What Was and Shall Be”
Thoughts on Self-Care
I aim to avoid setting goals for myself, as I believe things morph based on time, place, and people who are in your life at a given moment. I do, however, believe in intentions and their ability to guide you into the highest version of yourself – the version that we hope to be inContinue reading “Thoughts on Self-Care”
Dual Absorption
Painting: The Lovers by Renė Magritte.
The Sun Hides for None
Short and sweet. Painting by Brad Betts.
The Idea of Musings
It was his hands that made Stubborn strokes fade out of denim. He measured the hour in colors. He was the sole gardener of curiosity in which he hoed. When he stared, The seeds took roots that became adoration. That was his vision, for he was the painter. Then I, spying as a daisy, beheldContinue reading “The Idea of Musings”
The Shenandoah Skyline
A fluid reflection on viewing the Blue Ridge mountains.
The Professor
Inspired by Carolyn Forché’s “The Colonel”
Vain Repetition
Ellipsis.
Flashback of First Times
It reads as it is.
Stuck Inside a Cloud
Aching hearts need use.
Soulless but Found
When I reflect on my younger years and the pursued methods of fulfillment, I empathize with a girl who knew no better; sometimes past actions are only understood with maturity. Though I do not regret any of my decisions, time is a valuable asset for processing events. Who you were when you were younger is not who you are now. I hope whoever is reading this continues to assimilate their pained self with their wise Soul. This poem is about self worth and the upward journey from struggles.
Simone de Beauvoir
An exploration and covering of some writings in Simone de Beauvoir’s “The Second Sex”.
Living in Relationships
“Once you permit those who are convinced of their own superior rightness to censor and silence and suppress those who hold contrary opinions, just at that moment the citadel has been surrendered.” Archibald MacLeish Home: safety, security, relaxation, acceptance, decompression, etc. are all words that connote an abode. But what if yours makes you feelContinue reading “Living in Relationships”
Hello, lively one:
“But it is bad to stop, hard to be satisfied with a single way of seeing, to go without contradiction, perhaps the most subtle of all spiritual forces. The preceding merely defines a way of thinking. But the point is to live” – Albert Camus
No Abyss
So you’ll live tucked in the recesses of my mind, your gap toothed grin, high cheekboned eyes pinched in happiness as you pour another drink. Memories twirl like a tornado as we stumble into dance in your heatless kitchen, fall into fear as you eclipse the fragile genesis of our union. These scenes will flickerContinue reading “No Abyss”
Apollo’s Burnéd Laurel Bough
An older poem I found while reading through my first poetry manuscript.
The Weaver
A short imagistic poem about a feeling, a moment.
Welcome to My Mind 