Beautiful Dust

The first two minutes after school pile onto one another as some of the more glorious moments of existence. To be shatteringly tired and to finally sit and just breathe in the stillness: magic. Quiet doesn’t mean clean, but for these two minutes I allow myself to ignore the forgotten pencils and bits of paper, Continue reading

Saturday: It started with the car. The dodgy facility should have tipped us off. As our Mustang drove away and we settled for the sedan, he might have been happy with how things worked out. But that didn’t stop us from begging and pleading for the Volkswagen. He obliged. Things like that…sometime I wonder how Continue reading

Forgive me, but I’m really enjoying the laziness here. Curled on the tiny couch, my feet tucked under his legs, his elbow resting on my knee, computer in his lap. You skim around your kitchen/dining room baking and cleaning. I’m blissfully uninvolved. John Mayer plays. I’m happy but quiet. Of course I get looks from Continue reading

Scars are funny things. They vanish without saying goodbye, or linger like unwanted guests. They are the props with which I narrate my stories, illustrations of my missteps and stumbles. I can trace the outlines on my thumb, my eyebrow, my hand, my knee, feel the bumps and lines from stitches and cuts. I daresay I Continue reading

Today was for words Rhyming or not In patterns and Coordinating themes. We speak them in tones Signifying love and jest And spelling changes argument To concession. We whisper them behind wine glasses As if the dregs of red Could conceal The special reserves of sentences That only you can fully understand. Words, so carefully Continue reading

It’s a rectangle table in the middle of the bustling Irish pub. Centered between the Oscar Wilde quote on the wall and the live music, we crane inward and read lips to carry the conversation over the volume and activity. The air is punctuated with claps and shouts as the clientele jumps in on the Continue reading

Haircuts give me anxiety. Before continuing, let me caveat with some of the positives in the whole experience. First, no more split ends. I can run my fingers through my hair without hitting a single snag. It’s delightful. Second, someone else styles my hair, so for at least one glorious moment it looks great. Third, someone else washes Continue reading

Your confidences are weights Burdens I gladly accept One by one Altering my movements Changing my focus Dragging me, at times downward. To take things would normally be selfish And in some ways this is. My own needs being met In the fulfilling of yours. So I pack and place Shifting and shoving Trying to Continue reading

Separate but connected They draw us in Purporting to push us out. All so simple and seemingly harmless, The ties that bind us Formed on invisible networks. We condense conversations into bits, Passing notes without paper. Words of our hearts made more manageable By allowing our fingers to speak for us. I begrudge the realness Continue reading