I was gone for four daysand meanwhile the rabbit brushin the yard have gone gold. It’s like how my childwas just here on my lap reading about Aslanand Skippyjon Jones,and now she’s across the countryreading Plato and Marcus Aurelius.What is that scent in the air? Complex and heavy, both pungent and sweet,the scent of how a seasonseems to change […]
for Finn Your father baked you a carrot cake. I lit a candle, but we didn’t blow it out.We let it burn by the window for hours.I picked dahlias and sunflowers.Arranged them in a mason jar. We brought them to the cemetery. Your death is never not hard.Of course, we cried, sitting in the grass.The dates on your tombstone […]
Listen, if this is it,this smilingat strangers,this dreamingwith othersof new ways to be kindin a world that relentlesslyreminds us how cruelthe world can be, if this is it, this story of a womanwho found a circleof petals surroundingher car, if this is it, then let the headlearn to trust what the heart knows—that love is a doorwe can chooseto walk throughat any moment.Here, take my […]
Remember looking upand seeing the slender moonglowing white against the deep pitch of predawn? Not a star to be seen,but there was one bright planet beaming steady below that slip of moon.Remember how beautiful it was?How it felt as if you could reach upand grab on to the moon’s hooked tipand just hang there for a while, swinging […]
so full of light, this girlwalking through the airportthat watching her I see how one personmakes everything around them brighter,even, when I am with her, me.
High angle shot: we see the main character,dressed in boots, a pale orange sweater and a brown cowboy hat, emerging slowly from a theater with a throng of others. She looks small, vulnerable. Close up: revealsshe’s been crying, no, is still crying, but perhapstrying not to cry. Medium shot. A beautiful young woman, late teens, in a gray t-shirt, […]
I want eyes that see what is hereand I want eyes that dream, eyes that follow the featherthat falls between me and my girl as we sit side by sideand eyes that see her both nowand at every age she’s been, I want eyes that open to beauty even as they cry, eyes thatsee the same world in new […]
on this night when I long for thingsto be different, on this night whenall does not feel well, let me pray not for things to be differentbut to trust all I need is here