Life is too short to wander through your days without a sense of excitement, without purpose, without feeling, in your heart, that you’re on the right track.Read More
I filled pages. I filled him with my poetry, lines so lyrical and liquid they made his heart ache. I filled him with stories, the ones I bury behind my bones, sacred and hollow.Read More
I am a pebble along the shoulder
of a four-lane highway, Route 55
chasing the sun.
We all have this strange attraction to people who don’t love us.Read More
Sex. There it is, that forbidden word. Even reading it on a page makes you nervous, makes you think of naked skin, tangled bed sheets–those things you’ve been warned not to think about. But why?Read More
I am fascinated by these words. The power, the immensity of love.Read More
In a perfect world it would rain when I wanted it to, and we would run in it.Read More
I want you to love me
the way I love you through words.
Caressing each syllable, guiding
pen across softened edges of paper
Today I forgot my headphones when I went to the gym, which would have been catastrophic any other day, but for some reason, today was different. I chose one of the treadmills facing the pool, and as my feet set into rhythm, I watched the young swimmers dive in one by one.Read More
how my brown eyes are like the sweet mud of your childhood—
the school playground,
the infield edge of the baseball diamond down the block.