Immigrating the space between the underworld - and the place of the living Swimming in the Lethe Tethered to both boat and shore My muscles ache to do my biding Held back by the currents of invisible chains Ancient, abiding I let my oars soar as the wish of my wings Aching for freedom, hidden … Continue reading Immigrant
Named after the moon, ever changing Layered like an onion, which I hate Afraid of the freest and most beautiful live things to fly the Earth Walking metamorphosis, I am, yet there’s no relief Breaking out of my mind would be suicidal The paths I walk through my brain keep it in place Caressing every … Continue reading Autobiopsy
Why do they make fun of talking about the weather? Talking about the weather is discussing time Only half a summer until I lose you I may get to see you in two or three rains Talking about the weather can be a gap between two unknowns Or it can be the bridge over the … Continue reading Weather
But when the summer starts to bite it’s too late andI know that no amount of begging will bring back theHopeful blossoming coming out of the groundLike little stubs of hope that are too stubborn against the concreteAll things are meant to fall and failTo chaos everything must always returnBut I can’t be blamed for … Continue reading The Bite
I'm homesick as hell. My countdown to my first trip home in over a year - 16 days away - is now a question mark, hung in the stretching string of uncertainties sitting over all our heads right now. It's a 0, a "postponed until no one knows when". As a human, and therefore selfish, … Continue reading Mind bug
At times, you leave me speechless, like when I gaze upon the tiny dots the colorful Christmas lights make against the rich velvety navy sky. They seem to sing, a slow ballad of winter that begs hey, look at me. I am pretty in a way even the bright colors of Autumn can't outshine.
She hid her face behind her palms. Spread out beneath her was a kitchen table full of snacks - candy bars, pretzels, soft sponge cakes, a variety of nuts deposited into square containers, bowls of chips, gummy bears, granola bars and pigs-in-a-blanket covered every square inch of the polished wooden surface. Amanda agonized, guiltily at her denial of the perfectly fine food spread out in front of her, and selfishly at her immovable knowledge that none of it was just what she wanted.
Not that she knew what she wanted.
The Dog Stars by Peter Heller My rating: 5 of 5 stars It is not often that one can read Science Fiction/Dystopian Fiction as poetry - this book goes there. Peter Heller has us landing directly in the middle of the main character's head, almost like a VR set that brings you into a world … Continue reading The Dog Stars
The anticipation had built for hours: I am on my way to get dropped off of an airplane. It is said (if not by someone else, then I'll just make this up right now) that we discover the most intimate depths of ourselves in the moments we get closer to our uncharted territory; to our … Continue reading The moment before the drop
Do you ever sit and wonder about all the paths you had to go down through in order to reach a certain point, and, if so, do you ever feel the grip of the inevitability that tells you it was bound to happen?