I do not easily attach, because, when I do, it is with the tenacity of an octopus holding on for dear life; the only way to make me detach is by severing a part of me entirely. Regeneration is possible, but, unlike an octopus, it is a long and arduous process that always leaves scars. … Continue reading Handle With Care
I've never fallen in love with the night sky. I do not see constellations. The vastness of the universe has left me feeling small of course, and I take comfort in the knowledge that literally nothing about me will ever matter in the scheme of things. But it does not tell me stories. I do … Continue reading The Stars
The perfect size, though the feeling’s not always just right; I never want to leave.
I am not a machine. I cannot produce perfectly timed, perfectly rhymed poetry at the drop of a hat. Each piece will not come out with the same quality, the same ferocity. Each piece these days is nothing but perfunctory. I am a machine. I cannot produce beautifully allegorical, beautifully metaphorical poetry at the drop … Continue reading Puzzle
"You're going to hell," my brother said. "I'll see you there," I thought in my head. "No I'm not," I said instead. We were standing in a grocery store parking lot. Now a pagan and an agnostic, the premise doesn't matter, yet I haven't forgotten.
An excellent way to improve your life Move with the whims of your heart's delight Adventure will always be on the horizon No other experiences could have made you wizen Don't ever forget the places you've been And never stop searching 'til your heart's content
I am homesick for a place I'll never call home again.