To Burn a Bridge

      It was 2016 and a terribly dark period at that. I found a way out from a time that was hurting, but in doing so I escaped rather than resolved matters.  I understand why in times of war cities destroy the very bridges.  It prevents the enemy from coming in, but in…

Gravity is Measured in Distance

    I agree. Everyone at some point, given the chance, should get lost, should have their preconceived notions challenged, and should have their ass kicked (figuratively) by travel in a foreign or maybe just in an unfamiliar place. But growing up no one told me why travel was beneficial.  Ambitious middle-class youth would talk…

The Bittersweet Taste of a Green Tomato

  I don’t exactly know why it is I daydream or drift off.  It could be like the sunflower, turning its head again to get the best view of the sun.  I don’t exactly know what daydreaming or staring off into the clearing does to a person; surely there is a consequence to it all,…

The Loving Honesty of Heartbreak (in 5 poems)

I won’t act like I know what love is or write so certainly of it.  I know I have, and do often think of it, but so far every grand epiphany reminds me how vast of a concept love is.  I can speak of heartbreak and the beautiful breaking down the parts of ourselves to…

Winnowing

The celebration of winnowing the sunflowers is much like a quiet and content act of smashing the previous year into bits and saving the precious pieces of text that made it through last year’s hell.  The obvious metaphor of seed saving for next few seasons is a cliché, but that was not what I was…

earthquake

  I’m bad at this, I am, the whole asserting what I want, faulting to leave things intact though I know they are beginning to crumble. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll hear it. So I stay quiet, waiting. I’ve been told that earthquakes can be heard deep in the earth, it’s like a popping sound….

Checking Out (Relationships)

  Oh, you’re too young. Try another style, some other fashion. You know, because you look old in that. Try something else on. That old wardrobe will become second hand, and loved by someone else, after all. Or maybe it’ll stay in the closet, occasionally you’ll think to wear it– it was your favorite once–…