I am trying so hard to give up my conceived ideas of truth. Scratch that. I am losing them. The more open I become the more I find that the things that I know are simply the things that my perception has informed. And there is so much more to the world than … More A call to the void
I wrote about this once, years ago Foolishly, perhaps youthfully, I thought I wouldn’t have to revisit the aching void, The sorrow and hopelessness, yet I find myself again trying to make beautiful devastation. It is so much worse this time, no personal losses, no family in pain, but real, true terror, walking hand … More For Lebanon… again
I found myself going, “Oh I need to see if I can find some Brach’s chocolate covered cherries without the creme, it’s almost Christmas” So I got online and started searching, Exactly 4.67 minutes into my search, I remembered you were gone. I love you.
Austin, you’re breaking my heart, with your too cool attitude. You’re becoming that boy from high school, You remember, the slicked-back, smoke-sleeved, dreamy-eyed boy, who dreamed of throwing the pig skin. The boy who sat in the back of the class, Who knew every answer. We met, we danced, we did way too many drugs, … More Dear Austin
suddenly, nausea, hives altering the topography of my skin. fear. i am afraid all of the time. the sense of safety so diligently cultivated stolen swiftly in a melange of squealing tires and crashing metal. i used to love driving they were the moments where i found peace. i’m a city kid, each teenage fervor, agitation, sentiment … More This moment
Somehow things have fallen into place. I have gone and returned and not much has changed, save for myself. It seems often the way of this world and it is such a cliche, yet it still there is truth. I wanted him so much to know me, I have seen now that he … More Say something
I’m afraid to write this down, afraid that it becomes truth once committed to the page. Once upon a time there was a young woman, searching, all the time searching for… well, that’s what she never knew. And one day, surrounded by people celebrating her natal day, this man strums his way to the … More A story long in telling, part one?
