Assurance
Written 5/7/12 – I was 23 and living in NYC. My New York City apartment sits like a large man on the fastfood-yellow subway benches, comfortably planted, going nowhere. The green awning…
Category: Moments
Writing after Yoga
If I lift my chest high enough and stretch up tall enough I can feel my spine holding me up asking to linger just like the pen in my fingers…
Purchasing (a Memory)
This year I was in a Walgreens on Christmas Day. I bought the press on nails, gold and glittered, because it brought me back to moments I never remember to…
presence.
If I were the wind no one would know where I was but they could see my movement in the soft gossip of leaves the wiggling dance of grass blades…
Keep Your Eyes on the Road (and your sh*t to yourself)
You shout out the window as you drive alongside you lean greedily in followed by lustful eye saying, “but that ass, girl!” across intersection as I push my way through…
bystander
Last night I dreamt of dolphins atop the water’s froth but before I could spark a laugh a woman ran down the beach flip flops flying off bare feet and…
I Don’t Know How to Stay
He looks at me cross tabletop: I see desire in his eyes. ‘Write about us,’ each brown fleck says and I can’t help but oblige. ‘You are a muse,’…
Softness in my Living Room
The yellows in my living room drink up every once of sunlight that slips in though the windows. That’s why they are there, after all. The yellows and the purples…
