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”
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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”
Knowing
It’s been 10 years since the disaster, and we’re still finding bodies. People, trapped in their escape pods, their final moments recorded like messages in cosmic bottles, bodies perfectly preserved in the aerobic environment of their last hope. Back when it happened, everyone was still so scrambled, everything was such a mess, there were noContinue reading “Knowing”
Northern Loss 