Messages in Bottles

In the past, I've shared some poems that I enjoyed, ones that particularly resonated with me. I'm going to post two  tonight, but wanted to clarify that they don't necessarily refer to any certain situations in my life. I just like them. Enjoy. =) [eight ball]It was fifty cents a game &...

Usually, when I write about a person, they're not actively reading it. This is the first time in my life that the person has actually been a witness to my thought process. It was a pretty major step for me, to open myself in this way to a person--it's a sign of my trust and…

Latelythe other sideof the bedstares like an   accusation. SometimesI   wakewith tears like   razors chasing thoughts in tired circles,  entreating mercy.For I am a little bit   old  and a little bit   broken  and I don't want  to leave &nbsp...

February"Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone's hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted--wanting to…

MayHe puts down the glass, his fingers brushing against the flowers. He stands and crosses the room to the window where he can see slices of the street between the blinds. He is foolish and deluded, coming here thinking he could say these things to her. He must be mad. What kind of response did&h...

AugustThese stalemates do not so much resolve themselves as dissipate like weather. Usually, someone tires of the impasse and through a set of diplomatic signals standardized through many years of a kind of cable traffic, back-channel mediation and treaty-making, yields or agrees to a cease-fire....

November-December And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. Kahlil Gibran, "The Prophet" "My whole life was about her," Chris said, his voice thick. "What if her wholo life wasn't all about me?" Jodi Picoult, "The Pact&...

the gloom of apartment detritus chenille throwbar stoollazy silk rugrye crispsjagged ice poweradecardio bikehalf-burned candlesbook of questionsbottle of aspirin fractured memoriesbroken glassworn nail filetwo stuffed lions baseball glovejack daniels cardsflorfina cigar boxnine stacked quarterspr...

It comes as a surprise to find that hellis the same house you've lived in these nine years.Two orange stains beneath the kitchen taps,birdsong in the yard, those floral curtains.But you're not at home. Not by a long way.That fist of wet meat in your chestwill not let you forget. The seconds pass,...

    We are not the thunder.    We are not the clouds.    We are not the storm.    We are its eye.