Let us treat our doomed love like the vivid orange and greens of autumn, like the majestic trees in our midst that offer their dying leaves with opened, giving hands, uncaring of the stark emptiness to come but falling ever so gracefully and beautifully onto the cold, hard ground-- The death of our love is …
Emerald City (Blogtober #16)
And so you chose Emerald City. Who wouldn’t, really? With its charming vistas and valleys and standalone Starbucks? Lattés everywhere you turn like a giant, dizzying field of poppies? Here in Kansas, what can I give you but barbecues in Auntie Em’s backyard and lemonade stands and endless, utter devotion? No contest, really. I offer …
The Fall. (Blogtober #3)
The Fall There’s a crack in your sweet autumn heart. Gone are the crisp nights and burgundy leaves that filtered through– now your heart bears dust, ashes, and the hard soil of the ground. I wanted to kiss that heart; now I must bury it. But I will kiss it anyway, along with the very …
Roads.
I took the long way home. We met at Infatuation Highway and I should have left you there when you held my heart merely on the surface of your hand and not in your shirt pocket, where it deserved to be, right next to your beating heart. I took the long way home. I waited …
The Poetess Who Sings: Random Memory #2
It just came to mind. And so I will share. In my junior year of college, I took a pretty memorable Poetry course. It was memorable for various other reasons, in addition to what this post is about: I was reuniting with my beloved, favorite professor, Jennifer Atkinson, after having taking a creative writing class with …
Balaenoptera (i’m speechless)
Every Beautiful Thing…
dancing.
you don’t want my charleston, my waltz or my shimmy, but you keep drowning me with your jive.
Spring!
Happy First Day of Spring, all. Be comforted that from today until the beginning of summer, there will either be lovely, light days to delight your eyes in your morning... ...Or several feet of snow in your driveway to assault those poor eyes in the morning. Sorry. Did I burst your bubble? Forgive me. The effects of …
In the Corner of the Center of Your World.
so I revolve around your world, do I? the gravitational pull within your cosmos? believe what you want, dearest, but I fear the truth is shinier than the stars above your supposedly impassioned head. here I am, in the corner of the center of your world, relegated to afterthought, vague memory, the fabric of a …
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This Square Peg. 