the edges of myself

words, words, words

if i could capture my moments with you in words– they would sing and sigh and breathe as no words have ever dared.   if i could call upon all songbirds to lift their voices in harmony and encapsulate the elation and joy flying through my heart, i would.   if i could wrap my …

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I’ve closed my heart before locked it tightly– buried the key beneath layers of shoulds and coulds and woulds   I’ve watched myself walk away treading carefully, moving backwards longing for an explanation some semblance of the truth   I’ve understood the sting of rejection– internalized its pointy edges, embracing their lessons along with the …

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i love it when you call me baby   it breaks my heart wide open and spills it on the ground and wraps me up in an understanding that needs nothing more than your silent smile and gentle, responsive hands   i love it when behind your eyes i see the sparkle of your boy– …

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April 19, 2013

your hands possess a

knowledge your mind cannot touch

blanketing my fear