in the residue of beginnings

I’ve been sitting here staring at this blinking cursor for about 15 minutes trying to think up something clever to blog about. I know I am probably making this more complicated than it should be (typical for me, you should know), but I struggle with beginning things sometimes. You might be the same way. It’s [...]

Why I Write

Perhaps there are chuckles at the subject of this post due to my apparent lack of writing around here, but I couldn’t help but post this nonetheless. I have a quote my Mom found for me written on the inside of my journal that continues to inspire me to write, even when it feels risky. [...]

vision of a sunset

I stare
at a sunset.
last moment of daytime beauty
before her last breath is taken
and she sinks beneath the tree line.
my world is tinted in gold
rays of yellow kiss the silence around me.
as a mother lowers herself to look
into her child’s face
i look the sunset straight in the eyes
with no fear.
the pace of dusk is haunting
mesmerizing
captivating.
colors shoot [...]

a long-lost update

Honestly, I am surprised to know that people still read this blog, or at least that is what my stats tell me. I kinda want to offer some sort of apology but I think I have already done that a few posts ago … time seems to skip by without my noticing. I was shocked [...]

words in my bones

“So you want to be a writer?” I often ask myself.

Yeah. I think so.
It’s a weird decision because it is actually not a decision. Writing is something I cannot help but do. It is like a birthmark never to be removed, like a fire in my bones. When I write it is absolutely satisfying and [...]

Ballad of Freedom

Can’t grab any complete thoughts, everything is empty.
My mind is twirling off the table.
Feels like I am stuck on shuffle and I can’t find pause.
A thousand words and faces pass me by,
I reach out and feel the speed–
but like a wind, my fingers feel no substance.
Eyes close. Mouth shut. Only an ear.
Sounds of rhythm thumbing [...]

Fortune in a Cookie?

Tonight I opened a fortune cookie and read the following speculation while I munched on the cookie:
“You are a lover of words, someday you should write a book.”
Hum… I wonder if this one holds any merit?
It would be wonderful if it did…