Everything Starts with ‘The’

Silence: The thoughts buried from last night’s dream, The uncertainty of, “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” The determination to catch up with time, The obsessive need to re-lock the door, The suffocating exhaustion of a déjà vu spinning wheel, The doubts you fight to negate, The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down, These... Continue Reading →

Making Love

Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.

Blurred Vision

The morning sun peaks through the shades cutting, molding his face. His chest rises and falls. I'm captivated by what my tired eyes think they see. Mosaic art pieced together by shadows and light. I look for those attributes. They calm a nightmare. They lull me to sleep. They make my heart race. Slowly his... Continue Reading →

Connected

Young their pinkies intertwined while sitting atop the monkey-bars. The heartbeat beneath his chest humming underneath a blanket in the back of his pick-up truck One went to college. The other stayed home, comfortable. Other people came and went; they both changed they both learned. A visit back home, a holiday parade, and a simple,... Continue Reading →

Give Me a Heart Attack

Her chest becomes heavy, the breaths are short, and her face is red. The walls inch closer, the voices of others are muffled; the whisper in her head cannot get louder. No matter how hard her voice pushes and scratches through her airway, nothing comes out. Nothing. In the early morning hours she wishes herself... Continue Reading →

Those Eyes

This moment, right now, makes all the difference some how. My eyes open and close at night those moments of darkness, they seem to hold so much more. In my dreams I reach for your voice. Recreating those intonations, those wordless gasps of air. The moments we felt each other’s nonsense. Years have passed. I... Continue Reading →

The Funhouse of Mirrors

They speak. Just one, small, glance. 10. Contorting your eyes to stretch past your lips, with the thought of fourth grade, "Four-eyes!" beauty is in the eye of the beholder 27. Hips become ginormous, and your torso and legs become mere inches, with the thought of that little boy in the grocery store, "Mommy, her... Continue Reading →

A great actor & a beautiful soul

You taught me that fictional characters are living. In the rivets of our imagination, In the fears that consume us, In the identity we claim daily, and the construction of a story we reflect our own perceptions, the fictional characters are us. But the ability to embrace all of their flaws to take ownership in... Continue Reading →

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