When the clouds are impregnated with infinite droplets of water, delicate enough to bequeath upon you a lifetime of experiences, and so Herculean enough to drown you away. A curtain of rain descends down from heaven, as a solemn dance for all humanity. As if it pens its own poetry to the cadence of its […]
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And now I seek comfort in the song of a bird, the bloom of a rose, the smell of sidewalk after a hot rain. What in the moment offers relief? I still breathe, however reluctantly, in a world which can’t be trusted. In. Out. In. Out. Seeking comfort in what remains: The song of a […]
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Heads looking above, sun shining down Sand on our feet, just running around Forehead kisses, and hugs from behind Holding hands, yes, it’s you in my mind Hoping these waves won’t crash us two Sunshine and rain keep mixing through All this time, my love for you Never changing, yes, it’s true I miss you, […]
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Life is easy for those who live with eyes closed, lips pursed, arms clasped to the chest, with the heart carefully caged within the prison of their bones– with brisk steps and quick glances, measured smiles and calculated giggles, fine sensibilities trickling off their bodies like unsolicited teardrops, Pages scribbled on, crumpled and tossed into bins, […]
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Summer means warm rain and you asking me if I like it. It doesn’t mean sitting on a patch of shaded sidewalk smoking cigarettes even in 96º, driving too fast on the highway, wearing shorts so high-waisted your cheeks fall out. Summer doesn’t mean letting go of the seasons and living in the right-here-right-now feel-good […]
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We could kiss on the street, but it’d be too romantic. I’d say you should leave but you’re no good with semantics. One-handed you gave me the keys to your apartment so I could unlock it much farther than your heart could. There I stood, in the rain with no umbrella. I saw some on […]
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Growing up, I was routinely criticized for favoring the rain over the sunshine. According to others, this “unnatural behavior” must allude to a state of un-normalcy, which meant, when put in simple terms, I was weird. I for one didn’t understand what was so wrong and obscure about it. The way the rain sounded as […]
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November means sputtering rain that has no energy left for desperation, myths woven into cartilage sidewalks like hemp. A rush of street veins, the trains spitting up soggy girls, stale microwaved coffee ebbing away at your tongue as the guitar twangs of an indie rock band fills afternoon silence with salt, something that loses its […]
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