I want to

I want to breathe with you, feed the seagulls with you. I love that good ol’ tomato sauce. You know they call it ketchup everywhere else? I want to play tennis with you, get aced by you. I want to walk with you, talk with you. Melt away candles with you. I want...

A glimmer of hope

A good day, a chill night to some is just happenstance. It’s nothing, it’s an “oh I just had a night in” at the water cooler the next day. For others, though, it signifies the hope of an escape from an all-consuming void. For me it’s not...

Wistful thinking

I don’t know what makes someone wistful but what I do know is that I am. The times, the cheer, the joy we had was the culmination of pure cheer, joy, and time.

sometimes you breathe

sometimes you learn again how to breathe. then you breathe some more. then you think about all the people that make you grateful. then you smile some more. breathe.

Hey you

Yes you, my single reader… I don’t know how to express myself with you or with anyone for that matter. But especially you. You’re like a breath of fresh air when all there is to consume is fire. You’re absolutely something else and you so...