Hey people of the secret corner of the internet, I miss you.
That's all.

It’s been so long since I’ve written here.  It’s hard to know where to start. I have three hours left of my twenties, give or take.  I’m happy.  Just started my second term of grad school, am single for the first time in a while, have been since the beginning of summer, maybe mid-spring really.  Last week was my second residency of school.  It was ( Read more... )

Yesterday I walked the streets all morning, the same playlist on repeat. If I knew heartbreak was coming, I would have set out running… I cried all night ‘til there was nothing more, what use am I as a heap on the floor? … Why me? Why this now? Why this way? … I walked along the street overlooking the lagoon, took the path down into the park, ( Read more... )

It’s hard to know where to start.  So much to say, so much has happened.  It’s like trying to write a postcard to a long-lost friend.  How to catch up on the small daily intimacies?  Bare bones and concrete facts: I started grad school in February.  I met someone great.  My life has been all kinds of get-your-hands-dirty, let-your-heart-soar kinds ( Read more... )

I haven't been this happy in maybe years.

Bobby McGee, freedom, etcetera

Last night I woke from a dream, sat bolt upright in bed, grabbed the pen and notebook from the bedside table, and wrote:

Shane Madison Parker
bite on left heel

and then promptly fell back asleep.

My life right now feels like a hotel room on a layover.

It is a white room suspended between 2 points on the map.

Last night a little girl came into my dream. She was tiny, with blonde curls. We were in the midst of some festival. She ran along a wooden planked walkway that lay across the green. When she reached the end, she fell flat on her face. It was a comical sight, this little person and her faceplant in the grass. I went to her, picked her up, hugged ( Read more... )

Do you miss me as much as I want you to?