float back to the (surface)
past the crashing of the
(surf against my face)

// the slow parade ( Read more... )

this is the joy which comes from knowing
rather, this is the joy which comes from
knowing that i do not know
and i do not need to know
this is that moment of acceptance

*this post is an ode to the poem i had half-written in my head as i was waking up, and am just now remembering that i did not write it down*

said maybe you’d call so maybe i’ll answer and dance with you ( Read more... )

too many smiles.
not enough lithium.

she couldn’t find the words ( Read more... )

la porta abbia chiuso
the sky closed up it's last call
strength is gone our grip unclenches
we'll drop our branches while roots retreat
surrender up that fistful of leaves it's
winter on tenth avenue

it was one of those nights where, to quote the by now recently cliched phrase, i felt ( Read more... )

then emily said to me, she said
"you'll drown in these words one day
unless you can learn how to swim"