Bird Against the Window – August 17, 2017
A bird crashed into my window. You could hear its wings shake and move as the mornings came rushing past noon.
Nostalgia – July 27, 2017
Days grew longer as the yellow stucco outside of the blue roofing faded to an ecru– while every now and then he'd stop by the wayside & look into the skyline for those familiar yellow flowering trees.
A Walk Down the Peninsula –July 10, 2017
You could hear the cicada’s murmur mid-day, as people went about their weekend business amidst the bustling shopping plazas and crowded parkways.
The Sky Falling Over East Village –July 9, 2017
The city raced faster than their thoughts, where hearts fluttered against the hot summer heat as sweat beaded atop pretty girls noses all along the rumbling alleyways.
This Time Back Then – July 5, 2017
I remember those rooftops that scaled the morning side into nights spent with you—where we had yet to spill our secrets & I hadn't yet gotten so goddamned impatient.
Juniper Berries – April 17, 2016
I used to think decisions were easy, because you felt how you wanted-- and for you that was always enough.
You & Me – January 1st, 2016
Last week, I was back where things weren't as good as they were now. I went to 7th and Spring where I would walk around by myself and let thoughts simmer in the heat of the city.
Have We Met Before – October 27, 2015
I like waking up to the sound of rain and soft light and a quiet house. These kinds of mornings are best spent in good company. But sometimes all you have is seasonal coffee and fried potatoes and that's probably good enough.
How Have You Been? – October 19, 2015
We'll sit on some adult terrace somewhere in some adult cafe over a cup of old coffee someplace downtown where nobody knows who we are or what we were, or any of the secrets kept between you and I.
Hey, I Miss You! – October 19, 2015
Days grow old and I spend another week by myself and I fail to reply_ and they disappear--like wind that shook the branches and kept going.
If You’re A Bird – October 18, 2015
But, people have the right to change. To be so much worse, to be unlike themselves. They should be selfish and do things that disregards others.
7 A.M. – September 3, 2015
But you were just too much like mornings and sunsets and sunrises and all the hours of the day.
I’ll See You Soon – August 4, 2015
It feels like we've met before? I guess it doesn't matter too much because cold creamer and hard caffeine makes me all too jittery to remember much.