Ok, yes, it's cliché to write about what you are thankful for on Thanksgiving. Several-years-ago-me would have rolled my eyes at the thought, just as I rolled my eyes at all things holiday related because of the commercialism and forced nature of it. I still despise the commercial side and don't decorate or celebrate in … Continue reading Sanctuary 2.0: Gratitude
As we lower onto the December-cold pleather seats of the minivan, we knock hands: both of us reaching to turn on the other's seat warmer first.
Once upon a time, I lived in a land far, far away. A land of fairy tales populated by peasants and kings, bears and wolves, composers and poets. A land filled with beautiful things: lacquer boxes with miniature paintings, Orenburg shawls, intricate samovars, khokhloma kitchenware, matryoshkas, faberge eggs, and gzhel. In this magical land, I had a … Continue reading Sanctuary 2.0: Princess to Pioneer
We feel around making sense of the terrain, our own new limbs, bumping up against a herd of bodies until one becomes home.
Tout ce que l'on aime devient fiction. (Everything we love becomes fiction.)
Spin me round again Liquor-addled brains delight Let’s be this, always From a series of haiku I wrote from April 2014 - April 2015 to celebrate the ways that my partner and I were able to enjoy our time together each weekend. I'm publishing only the ones that I believe can be appreciated by someone who wasn't … Continue reading Haiku October 24-26, 2014
Seaside with lovers Yet your heart is embittered. We fly. Separately. From a series of haiku I wrote from April 2014 - April 2015 to celebrate the ways that my partner and I were able to enjoy our time together each weekend. I'm publishing only the ones that I believe can be appreciated by someone who wasn't … Continue reading Haiku September 5-7, 2014
Love doesn't dissolve into harbor fog. It doesn't carry the lovers into a sunset. It is devoured by a swarm of locusts, leaving merely husks of the once passionate now embittered. Cut a bunch of interesting words from magazines, junk mail, paint samples, church hymnals, stolen restaurant menus...wherever you can find words that resonate in … Continue reading Word Soup Free Verse 1