reflections

I took a look at the body in the bubbled bath, and this is what I found: Rough and blister- ridden feet. I peel the blisters away to reveal fresh, pink skin not yet known by you. A scab still clinging to the back of my heel- soon to be a scar from those shoes…

by candlelight i watched the last of twenty- one year’s worth of innocence fade down the drain that night, the precipice of the fall 2013. the weather, a little crisper than the day before, must have caught on to the tempest brewing within me, within we. two halves- whole. two wholes- one. the we, us:…

chicken scratches

My heart feels funny in my chest, stimulated by the recognition of your face under your haircut. Funny in which way? Not comical. Peculiar is probably a good description. Abnormal. Almost like the sensation of butterflies kicking in your stomach right before a game or performance. But, higher up, rattling about this rib cage that…

confession2: an end

Grandpa is dead. Grandpa is dead. Grandpa is dead. He was alive two weeks ago today. He had less than twenty- four hours until he was un- alive. None of us were too surprised, but you are never really prepared for the death of a loved one. Grandpa, the patriarch of the family, was no…

confession1: a beginning

Journal entry on August 18, 2013. I have not written in a week or so, being caught up in working too much. I am now sitting at the compline service at St. Mark’s Cathedral in Capitol Hill, pretty close to EL actually. The last time I sat on this stone floor, listening to these beautiful…

stolen words

(meanwhile finding my own, these sing true) If you ever wonder If you’re always in my head I assure you it’s true You don’t have to worry Even when you’re gone I still spend every day with you You’re amazing And you have me Doesn’t matter whatever comes to be Even if we somehow lose…