on being sad

Lately, it seems as if I have nothing good to say at all. I cannot even make conversation in the grocery store, like something has crawled up inside me and keeps eating the… Continue reading

on the future

I wonder sometimes about the way we can live outside of ourselves. I can already remember this walk and your cigarette and the sound of the highway behind us. I remember it even… Continue reading

Universal Paradox

You’ve been responding to me lately. You. There are emails and comments that slide under the door. And I tell her it is because our heart strings are strung the same way. And… Continue reading

It’s Silly

I am not so sure we ever learn anything at all. I find myself chewing and choking on the same questions I have had now for two years. I have learned neither how… Continue reading

A Spade A Spade

It’s hard to be the kind of person with all the feelings. Sometimes I have so many it seems there is not enough room inside my frame to hold them and I have… Continue reading

It Snows Here

It’s snowing here. I think about calling to tell you this, but I don’t call you anymore. It sounds like that Drake song, but it’s because Drake knows the truth. I could see… Continue reading

On What We Owe

Sometimes when I talk about you, which I do, I do talk about you, they ask me if I’m sad or if we still talk. And my answer is always the same. I’m… Continue reading

the exception

I am reminded lately of how I felt before my last move, the one which brought me to these tan hills and high desert and river lover years. The knowing of change is… Continue reading

on convitction

I forget sometimes, the way we speak when we are are being us. I can get around on the mornings we share and the evenings we don’t speak, and it all feels like… Continue reading

on not knowing you

I knew you better before I knew you. I keep this statement in my mind cycling on repeat as I drive away, further and farther from you than I ever was when we… Continue reading

on an investigation

On these cold and changing days, window warped and ticker tape on the sidewalk, the world is a forgotten painting. I’m treading water in seas I’ve already swam so I know when to… Continue reading

On An Afternoon Boil

My mother always wandered around the house in the summers barefoot and doors open, a salt shaker in one hand and eating an egg. There’d be times where I didn’t see her eat… Continue reading

like cough syrup

I get convinced lately there is cough syrup running through my veins. Perhaps it’s the heat. It slows everything around you and I. I wind up lying in the backyard and counting stars… Continue reading

everything you want

We get circular on one another, deja vu in the deli section of the grocery store. Your hands on my hands in a movie theaters. I’ve been here before. I’ve gotten good lately… Continue reading

a letter for the lonely

I get you. I get brittle finger bones and watching the leaves wave. I get heart palpitations from listening to the local country radio station as I drive. Windows down, hair in knots,… Continue reading