Forgive and forget, forgive and forget, forgive and forget... Forgive and forget... Every time I attempt to write, these three words cling to my consciousness, hardly letting a flake or wisp of another thought through, building this wall that, quite honestly, I don't know the origin of, nor how to demolish it. Who must I forgive? What must I forget?... Continue Reading →
A Horizon Away
Somewhere between the sunset and the storm, I wait Some say the day is done Some say the night is young Something tells me anticipation won't abate Pretending that I'm basking in the golden rays Prefer to be someone Prepare for a numb tongue Predisposed to silent awe in deluge and flames Now... Continue Reading →
The Place of Petrichor
To this day, I can't explain it... It's something intoxicating, almost chemical. The smell and sound of rain through an open window, sipping on a steaming mug of coffee. Other writers can probably attest to this. Some of the best and worst thoughts come as if lead by the rain. I don't want to say any... Continue Reading →
Made To Be Me
*WARNING: THIS IS A LONG POST* I'm going to try something new today and tell you something about myself using the one-word daily prompt... Because I may only have five followers, and those only from the daily prompt posts, but I'd like to reach out and reveal myself more blatantly to those five followers. I see the... Continue Reading →
Divide and Conquer, My Love
I swear I'm not a romantic simply because it feels good. In fact, it has hurt me more than it has helped. But I refuse to let go of it. Mayhaps it's my youthful heart. Mayhaps it's immaturity. But today, the hurt is so real, and so worth it. Love is not a word to... Continue Reading →
But a Man
What if I told you from the beginning that you're reading nothing more than a masquerade? That these very words you've chosen to read are intended to be sibylline? That my argument is intended to be rebarbative, almost pugnacious in the way these words divagate along the mountains and valleys of vocabulary, reaching a precipice... Continue Reading →
The Grit of a Heart on a Rainy Day
It's going to rain today. There seems to be this inner sense of conviction for me in making that statement. Here in Arizona, it almost never rains. Literally, we're lucky if we get a handful of inches every year. We even get this amazingly seductive type of precipitation called virga where the rain nearly gets to the... Continue Reading →
The Tapestry
Some days, I dream of a day when I will see the world's elegant finery and perhaps this will cause me to believe That home, austere, made for eyes, crystal clear enveloped in Love, primed for fear, is for the enervated children here Not because I see a darkening sky or think it... Continue Reading →
La Vie En Rose
She loves me... She loves me not I'm not certain that I have a care or even mind her love. Whether it is there or not, it is so detached, as I have become so detached. Of the millions and billions of people in this world, the thought one could possibly stomach the critique of everyone else... Continue Reading →
December Rose 