Seventeen Junes
Your soul is lodged in my throat,as I drive through memorieslittered on Seattle streets. Sun-bleached and threadbarelike my favorite shirt—familiar, … Continue reading Seventeen Junes
Your soul is lodged in my throat,as I drive through memorieslittered on Seattle streets. Sun-bleached and threadbarelike my favorite shirt—familiar, … Continue reading Seventeen Junes
The reality of another four years under Donald Trump descended like a storm, casting a shadow over the hopes of … Continue reading The Dark Horizon: Navigating the Impacts of Trump’s Reelection
What a fucked week when it comes to emotional stuff. The anniversary of the death of my first love and … Continue reading Father’s Day Without a Father
I’m still relatively new to accepting.y spiritual side. Becoming a Reiki Master has helped tremendously. Today is the 14th anniversary … Continue reading Fourteen Years and Three Sand Dollars
I find that whenever I am at an emotional an spiritual crossroads I am drawn towards Annie Rice novels. My … Continue reading Note to Self
Interstitial Spaces The diluted static of the cityamplifies solitude.The resonance of millions obscures the voice of my soul.The silent wisdom … Continue reading Interstitial Spaces
Have you ever seen death in someone’s eyes? Not the look of death a long dead corpse has, but of … Continue reading Death in a loved one’s eyes
When I keep breaking out into internal monologues, it’s a sign that I need to write to get out and … Continue reading Everything happens for a reason, right?
I am not even sure where to start or even if I want to go into it all. The last … Continue reading Life’s Little Roller Coasters
I don’t have a title for this one yet. Wrote it during my most recently foray into the dubious waters … Continue reading A Positive (for me) Poem