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…
