I couldn't sleep last night ( Read more... )

As we near the end of November, I'm contemplated the death of another year. A year in which I found love, lost it, and then found it again ( Read more... )

Dear Love
my heart is a thousand rooms and your voice: the ghostly echo down the halls.
I drove away from your house, away from the sunset until your silhouette stood out like a tumor on the sun-- my rear-view mirror distorted your figure until your god like features became the memory of vapor: the soft whispers we speak when we're half asleep.

The fields whisper testimony of it, and the trees bear witness of it ( Read more... )

I think I will never settle in to moving on. I think in 15 years I will still wait for the phone to ring ( Read more... )

I've been up since 5, and with the fog as thick as powder, it wasn't until just now that you could see the sunrise ( Read more... )

almost everyone is at a party, dancing with their lover, rocking their child to sleep or out walking ( Read more... )

So life has taken the turn for the part of the roller-coaster that always seems to make me sick: with its 90 degree turns I'm never ready for, and the loop that no matter how prepared I am, always makes me feel nauseous ( Read more... )

If memory serves ( Read more... )

After reading Everything by Anna Akhmatova ( Read more... )