Tagged with friendship

This Is Home

This Is Home

February 2016 Winner of the Goodreads Poetry Contest We will always be here, you said. This town and you and the rusty moon Under the browned trees and the night sky. The permanence, a brick house, Built to withstand earthquakes and silent explosions. Inside I am never the same. It’s a smack in the face … Continue reading

The Geology of Change: A Poem for Rock

The Geology of Change: A Poem for Rock

You speak between the lines, A secret to decode. No sense of where to stand, But in between, there is something like love. The flint, the spark, the flame, Lava’s liquid sharpness, Igneous, formed from fire. You sweat, but we do not burn. Adrenaline buzzed with fever, I held you wet in my arms. Sick with … Continue reading

Regrets? I’ve Had a Few…

Regrets? I’ve Had a Few…

Regret can be your worst enemy or your best friend. You get to decide which. — Martha Beck I live my life with the intention to always grow and evolve, but there have been many times I’ve failed. I am human, after all. I prefer not to dwell in the space of regret, but a few exceptions … Continue reading

Free Hearted

When I finally take a moment to listen To the bump, bump, bump in my chest There is a question louder than expected, Where have you been? In my head, I reply. Refining my ability to be ambivalent. I read more about people like Angelina Jolie Than I know about the war in Iraq. I am … Continue reading

I Don’t Need Your Permission

Yesterday morning, a new friend told me, “You don’t need permission to live the life you want to life.” I had to think about this for quite some time before I realized that on some level, I am waiting to get some “stamp of approval” so I can do what I want, when I want, … Continue reading

Forgiveness Is a Red Balloon

Today, I finally let you go. The fog has lifted. The rain swept through and cleaned the city’s smog from the windows. I always thought this would feel like a death. The death of you and the could-have-been of us. But, it didn’t. Hanging on was the deeper death of all my hopes and dreams … Continue reading