lost together.

As far as gap years go I was a late bloomer in filling up my backpack. And like every drifter with a dream the adrenaline of altitude shot through my veins stronger than a hit of smack. The tempting vices of an open passport, foreign port of calls and wild cultures left me in an…

of you.

with memories of you only to leave and then to meet you again that is serendipity    

insanely courageous; beautifully brave.

living takes courage. i never knew what courage was until i got on that plane, went to the other side of the world.  perhaps i always had it.  but i never felt it.  never embraced the self confidence to admit it; to revel in it.  that was five years ago. i’ve been cultivating courage ever…

crazy heart.

i aspire to be a writer.  i suppose i am a writer.  i am committed to sharing stories; telling stories.  literary vulnerability from my brain to your eyes.  to read.  to digest.  to digress.  it seems though that through my own reading — and research — i often come across a poet or a writer…

a diamond day.

i used to think that standing upside down was the most relaxing way to perceive the world; that cycling was the most playful way to glide through nature; that walking was the most intimate form of play. then i lived a diamond day. a day filled with a bluebird sky and a jeweled sun, curated…

sunday strolling.

today was a day to revel in the tundra’s beautiful cold. a day for dancing down main street while the banjo strummed in my ear. it was a day to see elderly lovebirds walk the frozen beach hand in hand. it was a day not to think but to be. it was a day to…

happy continuance into 2015.

and here we are New Year. bright beginnings fill the air, magical ambitions dance everywhere. there’s an innocence restored to our perspective on this life for we don’t know where we are going only from where we came.  our hearts are already growing for we are no longer the same.  we resolve to change this…

be bold.

i read something today that pushed me against a wall.  that raw reality that i have lost my interest in writing.  well not so much lost interest but stopped making time for it.  too busy scribbling everything but my own thoughts.  i’ve been thinking lots … just not writing.  not at all. until now. the…

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i will find you deep inside of me hard and firm galore penetrating my hallow heart as i scream reluctantly for more