Originally posted on Anchor & Star:
I found all the old letters I wrote for you and never sent There was, and remains, So much to say And I know that there are still lines that haven’t left my heart Not for paper, or ear; for fear of rejection Has kept them sequestered These old…
I am swept up, swept away by your glances, the chances you lay at my feet and the secrets I know you keep. They fall through thick air and climb through places I only see in dreams.
These sounds beckon and breathe with the ache of a thousand fires torching my skin, peeling and plucking my pieces until I am not me but this shell of a girl who has only truly loved just one boy whose silence is beyond what she can bear.
This coin and paper Holds life clutched inside green fists– The greed never ends. (This is a poetic collaboration between myself and Christopher Rupley. He is immensely talented and a great person as well. Check out his blog here.)
I’ve become incompatible with this complacency which is silly because I have always been one who hates change, the girl who left home to come back and who stays here because it’s too hard or scary or crazy to leave. My students asked why I don’t just buy that beach house and write books like […]
I’m so jealous that I can’t think straight and I don’t even know if it’s jealousy really but I know I ache for places that you’ve been or seen like bridges and oceans and people who get to hold you or feel you when I never will. My hands shake with wanting and your face […]
I will always remember. There are moments so rooted in my being that I would be hollow without them. They are what made me. You are what made me even though we were cheated, even though the rug was pulled out and we lost despite the love. Those minutes are sacred, fastened to my heart […]
Dear Johnny, My chest hurts, like physically, and I can’t really swallow. I have ants under my skin, crawling and squirming. It was never peaceful, but what is it now? How can I live with alligators chewing on my stomach, thrashing around making everything wrong and broken? The only link I had left has drifted […]
You say my name like it matters, like it means something more than me, like it’s beauty tied to hope. And that’s lovely, isn’t it? I wonder how you would say it if you knew the caverns carved in my heart or the dirt I shoveled into them. Would my name roll off your tongue […]
These tattered sheets are more than blank pages, more than white space or drawer-filling junk. They are possibility, potential. They are opportunities for release and chances for existence to blossom with a scratch of this pen. Sheets bound by threads of metal spiraling up their spines, they are stories waiting to be told and poems […]
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