Red Rocks

Where are you already? I've been waiting for years Since you left the car at Red Rocks No admission for you. Only me. I thought you would find me again. You always did. Climbing fences and forging a new path. But you didn't show up, and a part of me stayed. Sleeping in a row... Continue Reading →

I Am Livid After Googling You

Before typing your name in the search bar, I imagined you Bukowski. Dark struggle writing in a stupor. Facebook reveals a gray-haired suburbanite blowing bubbles with your daughter. I am a lobster shell cracked open and empty. The memory of your handprints on my neck. Hands that I once loved. You are smiling on the... Continue Reading →

Thoughts After Seeing “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty”

"Beautiful things don't ask for attention." -James Thurber, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty This is a movie for the hopeful. The people who see life's unending potential. Those who believe in coincidence. Romantics who, against all odds, are not afraid to pursue their dreams. Just as water will boil when too close to the flame,... Continue Reading →

The Place Between Dreams

There's a space inside that unhinges when I'm asleep. Where all my unresolved moments, suppressed feelings and unthinkable thoughts announce themselves in the dark, always in the quiet. The gathered residue hangs humid in the air long after the day has, reminding me of life left unfinished. In the place that's called a dream, I... Continue Reading →

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