Not praying, no. This is just wanting. And waiting. Pray for rain under slate skies. Pray for rain as you scream it isn’t fair into the empty car—not for yourself to hear, not for the world to hear, not for anything or anyone to listen to or acknowledge—in a desperate and childish rebellion, raging againstContinue reading “Praying for Rain”
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Grains of Sand
Who I am is with you. Who I’ve been is with you. Every piece of myself I had, I gave to you. Here, on these beaches. I know that even once it hits and the sky goes black, the blue will remain. Turquoise waters and cloudless skies in your eyes that I’ll never forget. YouContinue reading “Grains of Sand”
Florida, 2019
The sea is not my home. The coast is not my home. These Palmettos and agaves, the Spanish moss and dry grass, are not my plants. They’re beautiful. But they’re not mine. In my dreams, the towering pines, edifices to nature’s strength despite seasonal fires and sandy soil, are comforting. Light filters through their highContinue reading “Florida, 2019”
Letter from Loos
September 23, 1915 – Loos, France My dear Paul, I’m so deathly afraid I will never see your face again. At night, in between fitful nightmares of war machines, I dream of your face, your smile in the gardens, your tender embrace. They comfort me, but vanish quickly into the morning fog. Another awful dayContinue reading “Letter from Loos”
in the wind
sometimes I still see you out there on those fall nights when everyone else is asleep when the air is cold and a crisp wind stirs loose leaves below my window. waiting, in the dark please come home please come home please come home. The posters will become rain-soaked, torn from phone poles, laid toContinue reading “in the wind”
Put My Name on Your List
You’re not just anyone I don’t know where the song came from. Ask any of my friends, they know I listen to a lot of music. Like, a lot, a lot. I thought it might have been from some playlist I added to my library, where I accidentally tapped the little “+” button that madeContinue reading “Put My Name on Your List”
Divine Intervention – Part 2
Anyway, yeah, the dreams kept going and I kept being shown things. They never scared me, and I never felt like I was in any danger. I felt that whatever was communicating with me might’ve been though. All that stuff about being trapped gave me the distinct impression that this being was not in aContinue reading “Divine Intervention – Part 2”
Divine Intervention – Part 1
You probably hate me. I don’t blame you, either. If I were you, I’d probably hate myself too. After all, what kind of person does what I did, is responsible for so much terror, and feels no remorse? A psychopath? No. A villain? Maybe to the newsfeeds. But I’m neither of those. I’m a believer.Continue reading “Divine Intervention – Part 1”
Cloudy Days in Downeast Maine
I didn’t sleep at all that night. That’s not an exaggeration, either, I literally did not sleep from the moment I lay down to the moment my alarm went off in the chilly, darkened Waterville hotel room. I was excited, but not excited enough to stay awake all night, I just overthought my sleeplessness untilContinue reading “Cloudy Days in Downeast Maine”
Your Last Night in the City
Maybe you had a notion of what you’d find there, and accepted it subconsciously, some hidden part of you relieved that it was finally going to be over. Probably, more likely, you didn’t, and in your desperation, you followed the scattered breadcrumbs without thinking about what their very existence implied. Peter had left for aContinue reading “Your Last Night in the City”
Northern Loss 