Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
She’s there, standing right there in front of him And the two steps forward separating their paths seem less heavy And less likely to cross than the Brooklyn Bridge In his steel toe Timberlands Waiting by the curb, twiddling her restless fingers Making fists inside her down coat pockets, and Read more
The majestic trees stand silent as their burnt leaves free-fall to the ground. The short season to live and die is upon us. There is no wind to make the journey playful, less somber. The leaves will be stomped on, trampled or simply shriveled into paper-thin nothingness. Some say autumn Read more
Did you remember to open your eyes, and un-wax your ears when you woke this morning? Did you take for granted the cozy 500-thread count sheets, and the down pillows propped under your head? Did you have a proper bed to sleep in with too many pretty, pleasing greige throw Read more
Anxiety isn’t something one decides; “Hey, yeah, I think I’ll be a fucking mess today. Epic idea.” It seeps into your extremities, the tingling ache, and itch; the desperate need to escape the skin you live in. The physical yearning for that little calming blue pill to squash it, stamp Read more
I am not a patient person and yet, somehow I find the patience, for her. Maybe it’s because she needs no words to show me what she wants, just a tilt of the head to the left or the right. Her gold and grey swirls of fur glisten when she Read more
We built a house out of a dream 10 minutes turned into a life of sunflowers and wooden porches and Etta James and Ella Fitzgerald and thrift stores with old record players and bread makers and a light bulb on a string over the kitchen sink and a couple in Read more
I’ve always been one to worry about tomorrow. Obsess perhaps is a better word. Will I be safe, loved, have a roof over my head? Will the people I love be right here, near me? It’s ridiculous, everything has a beginning and end, and yet excuse me for my up Read more
Excerpt from the book “Evergreen” Ted had kind eyes, celeste blue, clear, honest and true. The kind of eyes that really look at you passing no judgment. Smiling eyes that hold your gaze when you look into them. They weren’t bitter; there was no resentment, only sweet sorrow. His eyes Read more