I might say it's the cabernet speaking.
slinky chords, and a heavy pair of eyes.
Why do I miss you so much?
And If I try, there won't be an answer,
but a quiet space for the slinky chords to fill.
A soul-singer's debut performance
as the missing loving end.

It was wonderful and lovely and aching and nostalgic. Every old street corner was as I left it. The train was as loud and omniscient as ever, and I welcomed it. The familiar, infrequent trees stood strong in the wind. Too-slow bunches of strangers found me grinding my teeth downtown. And in the west, in the company of meat trucks and rife broken ( Read more... )

Over the course, flashes of light as memory made their way through my spaces. Lovely red and orange, taking me back, a palpitating reminiscence of cold streets and dormant oaks.
I hated the sound then and wanted nothing more than to be out from under it. But now, with the approaching opportunity, I don't think I'd pass up standing under the ( Read more... )

Tonight, his paintings gave me goosebumps of the brain.
The red wine is stirring and slurring my thoughts.
Liquor and Laquer,
a loftier vigor
for a collision of color.

I thought today while I was in the newly cool morning air, wiping down tables, setting out napkins and pitching umbrellas, that it didn't matter that he didn't completely believe in me, or that I don't know if I should be here or up where I was a while back, in a different city under the same sky. I'm here and I'm making it, paycheck by paycheck, ( Read more... )

After the dream I woke up scrambling for air ( Read more... )

I woke up tangled in hair and breath.
A light night passed the curtains easily.
We tiptoed to the kitchen for applesauce,
washing spoons. And I left, uncertian,
and tired as the night before
to rescue my car from itself at Estoria.

a welcome roadblock
kept me from staying down too long
now it's a gray, easy haze
in the downtime we'll be found
watching the leaves change.

I love you. I haven't told you.
...and you're moving to England to be complete.
What is a girl to do?
I will savor the first.

So, a breath of life through the cables ( Read more... )