So I leave the windows open.
Let the rain seep to the floor
As a late-night treat for my dog.
The line of half drunk
Coffee cups leave rings
On the mantle that I’ll clean eventually…
If I curled up into a cocoon of my own, would I reappear as something new and beautiful?
Caterpillars don’t realize how nice they have
it…
Flowers are beautiful, but they’re not worth
the suffocation. My garden bed dries out
too fast when I’m planted too close to my
neighbors. I’m sick of my nutrients…
For years, when asked my favorite color,
“forest green” would fly out of my mouth
without a second thought. Although the
Northwest is a place I have only dreamt of
visiting, I feel those towering pines beckon me…
The best kind of light is the peek through the blinds type. The prismatic array of color meeting light, almost like it’s trying to play a trick on my eyes. A refraction making the rest of the room feel dull against it…
Read MoreSylvie trotted down the cobblestone path, balancing the basket on his arm. The night breeze grew stronger and he pulled the large blanket closer to him. He turned to Arlene, who followed beside him, and smiled…
Read MoreOur young, reckless hearts
desire the cultured nectar
of Dionysus,
while an older couple
advises us to travel
all the days of our lives
(as tartly flaming blood
of Tuscan grapes
dances across our tongues)…
Today
I will adorn myself
with devotion
for the world and its intricacies
since this is also a creation of the Lord’s…
I.
I don’t want to leave the world yet.
I’m not ready.
II.
Skin, the clothing
that allows us touch.
This is how we understand
the language of the earth…
Radiante y robusto,
Amor de hijo que
Yace en mi alma y en mi corazón…