Untitled Feelings
This is difficult to write. Not so long ago, I was fervently writing honest essays, poems, and expressions of thought. The words seemed to flow out of me as I…
Month: February 2020
The Snow Gently Listens
I thought the snow would tell me something as I laid there with arms and legs stretched out. My nose red against the blue of sky and breath, white wisps…
Post-it Notes
Some days I forget to simply be me. Or I remember what others think I could be. Some days I forget to give a red damn. Or I…
What if
there is a chance I lose this altogether: lose the sense of your smell on me the way I see green eyes change to blue depending on your mood the…
A Discovery
I discovered that my heart continues to beat for me even though I ignored her for so long. My chest my chest my chest my chest: a safe place where…
a Second Date in Manhattan
I remember how she arrived: the buzz of a door on 82nd street losing itself to the weight of summer heat. I held my breath consulted a mirror and parted…
My fingers know
A fan is whirring on the other side of the doorframe and the keys on my laptop feel foreign to me. But my fingers, my fingers know just where to…
The Day Between 