the solid core of loss upon loss.

the solid core of loss upon loss.

‘Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.” Cheryl Strayed  –...

Julianna Amelie Grace – 8 years

My Julianna Amelie Grace. Eight years. How is it possible? We’ve sure lived some life together since then. More changes than I ever could have imagined possible on the stormy night you were born. More joy. More sadness. More celebration. More heartache. More...
Bring it all down on the side of love

Bring it all down on the side of love

Today I bring it all down on the side of love and I’ll tell you now, yes, you should fly across the country just for 48 hours in her arms spend your last dollar and borrow more to get there steal words from the past and ink them along  your lower left rib in a promise...
always, always, begin again

always, always, begin again

It is all going to crash down you know everything brick by brick glass shattered foundations crumbled there is no way to save this. there is no way to save this. the ending was written long before you ever heard the tentative starting notes no last ditch efforts no...
a treatise of touch

a treatise of touch

come here. come closer. feel my breath? good. do not look away right now you are mine right now i am lifting hair from neck running my finger gently there.  across the line of clavicle. down curve of rib following concave of waist coming to rest on the hard of hip....
anything could happen

anything could happen

Life can be fucking hard. Month after slogging month. It’s relentless really. You are weary and worn down and exhausted. You wonder sometimes, will it ever ease up? And then it does. Just like that. The exact thing you had been longing for, wrapped with a bow and...
What do you want, lover?

What do you want, lover?

What do you want, lover? Tell me. What do you want? Right now. Don’t be shy.  Don’t look away. I’m right here. I’m listening. There’s nothing else I need right now besides you. You, and the truth. So, tell me every last thing.  What do you want? Do you want love?...
just write it.

just write it.

What are you waiting for? you know the words are right there ready to spill ready for truth telling ready for spell weaving ready to be told just sit down with an open journal and a smooth pen or the click – clack of typewriter keys and a pristine sheet of paper...
come clean {the sound of freedom}

come clean {the sound of freedom}

Come on, lover. Let’s do this. Of course you don’t want to face it. Not now. Not ever, really. But let’s go there. It’s time. You want different than what you have. You don’t love him, not anymore. You’re not fit for this glass-walled corner office and the perpetually...
poem for the world

poem for the world

listen, you, with your beach glass heart you, with your moonshine teardrops this is a poem for the world and this is only a poem for you both of those things are true and neither, really but either way you, love are holy so, hold your capacity for melancholy and name...
no matter what

no matter what

  No matter what…I will continue to live from the center of my wide open heart. It is mantra.  It is promise.  It is prayer. It is not a choice at all. It is all there is.