Free

You don’t need bars to be in a cage. That’s what I told myself when I came up the hill. I took my hand and said the words slow.

But I will always have the key.

I glanced ahead, saw the muck and grime and wanted to know how far I’ve come, how far I’ll go. Before I…

Quiet

This conversation is uncomfortable, talking with our clothes off; nude, not naked, raised to feel vulnerable except in the dark. I’d rather see you…

Another Year.

Another year has almost eclipsed. My thirties are shaping to be a transitional one; I am between states like the air touching water…

Look at You

Look at you,
on the periphery,
playing with lines that shape the contours of thought.

Sun and Snow

You are the angle by which the earth tilts,

You.

I saw you, but not you. Not the you I remembered or the you that should have been. It was a you that was so singular I almost missed it.

You were there but in a way that felt unreal,
your features the steep cliffs to an uncanny valley, 
and I could not bring myself to climb those walls. 
I…

Metaphor

A metaphor. That’s how I felt. How I was. The kind of union that isn’t a return but a correction to the ways things have always been. I danced to myself, my body the music; sweat the cords to a song, feet picking at the strings, voice screaming high over the heads of millions. Together. In the dense beehive of…

Dark

Can strangers touch in the dark, 
can they be present?
waiting in the stream as
time passes by. 
Can you taste honey without the urge, 
find…

Words

What is it about words that compel us to speak?
To draw shapes so we might color within the lines,
scribbling on the cosmic page hand-printed…

Remember…

Whatever trials come your way, just remember: you are the maze not the maze runner. And the maze knows it is not a puzzle, but a beautiful mystery to be explored.