Winterberries

Here I am squatted by your grave, if you had one, I think this is where it would be. Tucked away from society, deep in the thick of tall pines and luscious green grass, with dancing wildflowers. Oh yes, this is definitely your space. I think you brought me back here once when I was…

Crumbled

You broke me silently touching, but never present piece by p i e c e wanting, but never following through my heart saying, yet never doing crum bl e d  

Exposed

She was lured too far to the edge, lunging out into light from the darkness she had been quarantined in. Step by step she closed the gap between destination and desire, thumping her cane along her side. Just beyond the curve, steps from the rail, slowly she sank into her chair. Instantly, she relaxed under…

Rewinding Seasons

Flee they say, back toward the sun in summer. Through the thick of winter white and crusted ground, frigid temperatures reaching outward to brown, yellow, and red leaves once again. Arise from the earth, where sweet nothings cling to you and your heart is lost in the dizzy spell, where you were last seen touching…

I’m Here for You

By the look on your face, you are surprised by my presence. “What are you doing here?” is all that could escape from your lips. I wrap my arms around you, my heart missing what we have. After a long hug and a few sobbing tears, you had me bustling around behind you wherever you…

The Body is Present, but the Mind is Elswhere

As days passed after my grandfathers death, I sat each evening gazing at Boney Mountain pondering and whispering to God; my head cluttered by life. Sleep beckoned me, but I was too taken by the mountains beauty against the blue sky. I searched each crevasse looking for nothing. Toggling between thoughts of my grandfather and…