Tuesday, November 8, 2011


Today's weather is how I think it to be there. The cloud filled sky, with a hidden sun peeking through occasionally. The strong breeze blows swiftly through the thick and heavy air. The ground is wet and cool, a quality leftover from the afternoon sprinkle.

If I close my eyes and hold very still, I can imagine me there.
And for this moment, I am.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Keys To My Heart

Do you ever feel, that a song containing a certain key and chords, has the ability to make your heart burst? Or wither away?

I do.

Friday, October 14, 2011

It Was Better Then

We all looked lovelier in the summer

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Part of me, apart of me

I'm happy to be loved by you. Regardless if it is for one quick moment, or endlessly.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Monday, September 5, 2011

i think i shall grow old with him...

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Small brows frame the top of a small face, big blue eyes below the brows. An Italish nose lies between and below the eyes. And two rosebud lips. The upper one thin, the lower one full. Quite a balancing act has this face.

I am tired of adding six to the time here. It matters no longer...it's time to stop.

A human, two hours old, is sitting 3 feet away from me. And I feel like I've known her for a century.

I am ready to be golden and lie in a river, current whisking me round.

My digit is naked.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

i will follow, wherever you lead me.
have me always, forever i shall keep thee.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Friday, June 3, 2011


Scene 28:

Fade In:

She is spinning in countless circles, while a melody of strings exits the speakers. She stops spinning, and opening her arms, begins swaying, left, right, left, right. Behind her, through the window, the summer sun is slowly setting, casting a light over her shoulder. She closes her eyes, smiles, and spins again, her hair catching shimmers of sunlight as she goes. Round, and round. Her dog is seen from the doorway, and has a wistful and guilty look in her eye, as if she has interrupted her master's lone secret dancing. The dog begins to turn around, but hesitates. She can't stop watching. When the music is over, the dog's master stops dancing, opens her eyes, and sees the canine spy. She giggles. She is delighted to have a dog audience of one. Seeing this, the dog wags her tail, as if requesting an encore. But alas, there is not another dance. She walks, through the doorway, passing the dog.

Monday, May 9, 2011


A breeze through my toes
A tickle in my nose
A hint of the firstborn bud of a rose.

The pink on my cheek
The chickadees peep
And seemingly, effortlessly, lull me to sleep.

Gone is the winter, short was the spring, and how I welcome summer with open arms!!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Monday, April 18, 2011

Don't You

There are two things that I fear most. One is goodbyes. The other is being forgotten. I am not a fool; I know there are many goodbyes in a lifetime. I accept that. I just wish there was a guarantee that the memories that he/she and I have could stay in a mind forever, never being lost.

I hope she never forgets how it felt when we rolled down the grassy hill for hours, giggling manically.

I hope he never forgets the first time he saw that twinkle in my eye.

I hope she never forgets our meaning of "The stuff that dreams are made of".

I hope he never forgets our similarities.

I hope she never forgets how close we once were, even though we are now thousands of miles apart.

I hope he never forgets the times that I was there for him when he had no one and needed someone the most.

I hope she never forgets our conversation of how beautiful she is.

I hope he never forgets our drives with the manual.

I hope she never forgets the feeling of sincere love, from me, her exact opposite.

I hope he never forgets Al Green.

I hope she never forgets the mutual admiration we share for each other.

I hope he doesn't forget the intensity of how hard we used to laugh.

This is my wish if I could have just one: Don't you forget about me.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Stop making the eyes at me,
I'll stop making the eyes at you.

Saturday, April 2, 2011


My heart is like my iPod on shuffle.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Wide eyed leaver, always going

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Within the Without

"I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets... I saw him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Monday, March 14, 2011

A being that forgives and forgets. Quickly.
A being that is excited to see you, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
A being that, just by its touch, lowers your blood pressure, instantly making you healthier.
A being that you can mold into an obedient, yet at the same time comedic individual.
A being that you can make happy from just a smile.
A being that, when sleeping at your feet, makes you feel like the safest person on Earth.

I thank God every day for my dog, Stella.
Get a dog. They warm your heart.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


Well, hell. You are quite lovely.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Saturday, February 12, 2011

ho pe

i hope that you're miserable
i hope that you ache
i hope that you're satisfied
i hope that you break.
i hope that you're empty
i hope that you're sad
i hope that you've learned
cuz you have been had.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Making Food Makes Me Happy

I've been cooking a lot lately. I put on Pandora, pour myself a glass of red wine, and prepare my ingredients. All in a neat row. The room warms, and an aroma of butter, cream, garlic, onion, cheese, rosemary, etc. begins to fill the air. And my soul feels soothed. I've been making chicken enchiladas, experimenting with chili, homemade fettuccine alfredo, french muffins, roasted nuts, brunches, and so much more. Baking sweets. Cooking salties and savories. I'm satisfied.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Geese in the Graveyard

A curious sight
On a freezing cold night,
The geese in the graveyard all covered in white.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

The Cold Nose Chronicles

How can I invent a sort of nose-muff(kinda similar to the ear-muff) without it resembling a clown nose? I have got to find a solution for my chilly schnoz. It's never NOT cold. Which means my little nose is always red. This tends to lead people to believe that I have been out playing in the snow, or that I have been boozin'. And when I raise my hand up to my face, cover my nose, and blow my warm breath upon it, people think I'm just doing a really long breath check. Nose-muff it is.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Oldie but Goodie

My blogs have been ever-so-melancholy as of late. So I decided to dig up some of my older, more lighthearted stories. I stumbled across this gem, and it made me giggle. Hope it does the same for you. X

"Rage Shopping"

So today I raged out at Schnuck's.
But to be fair, I was delirious from lack of a real meal in the past 48 hours.

FIRST: a woman takes her 5 children into the produce section and lets them run rampid, screaming profanities no 8 year old should know or at least dare to say in public, with their mother. My response: I dodge the kids 4 times, until, on the 5th time, I "accidentally" graze one's shoulder with my cart. Afterwards, the mom grabs this child by the arm and seemingly pulls his arm out of the socket.

SECOND: A family of a foreign descent is gathered closely around the dairy, more specifically the milk, section. They're staring as if this is the first time the beverage known as milk has been introduced into their lives. My response: I whisper, "Excuse me..." No response/movement. I repeat. Same reaction. So I then shove my wee body in between two of the clan, grab a jug of skim, and whale it into my cart, throwing one arm up in the air and muttering the word "ridiculous" under my breath.

THIRD: A few feet down from the milk, two men are debating which kind of margarine to purchase. One wants Parkay. The other wants to try the new I Can't Believe It's Not Butter Mediterranian Spread. I just want my spray butter. I try to squeeze in between the two slightly large men, not wanting to disturb the debate. When suddenly their attention is stolen by the tubes of cookie dough neighboring the margarine, and I am shoved over, HARD. My response: What could I really do...I giggled politely, accepted their apologies, and silently wished death upon them both.

Needless to say, I sped home to dig into my carton of ice cream. And all was well again.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

As a Bird

Saw some birdie footprints in the snow today while I was pumping gas. It made me smile, and wonder if birds get excited like humans do for snow. Did the bird find a few of its friends and make a snowman? Did they make snow angels on the ground?

Hee. Simple pleasures the snow can offer. Thanks, snow.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

First tears of 2011 seem extra salty...

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

W8 4 F8

I tell myself to wait for fate.
That the outcome of the wait is great.
But as of late,
This so-called wait
Feels like I'm stuck in a figure 8.

Monday, January 3, 2011