With a simple life I try to understand your path
With crossing arms I take your touch and breathe it
In passing cars I see your face every time
Could I ever, would we have?
What can we make from lives sundered, from times past?
Everything and nothing at a time
Never fulfilled, dreams; never lived, existences; never played, chords
If I [...]
Tasting you and ice I cut you in two
To find your breath and the smile in your chest
I want to take you and call those numbers to deliver you to my hand
This is turning out all wrong
Piles of white glimmer and shine with a heat I miss
And suddenly music loses its tone
In bated pulse beats [...]
To forget you is to love you
To love you is to hate you
Rain of diamonds
Cutting deep in carets
Happy memories of salted lies
Each suture of fire.
The cocktail of peace
Lost in your soul
With peppermint and blood.
“O Moon
Tonight thou showest us thy most open face
A face that has peered upon us for so many thousands of years,
What say ye?”:
What would she say had she lips,
O child of this Earth we call
Home
Forever forbidden to return to her mother.
What would she say, she forever tortured
To ever radiate another’s glory
And never her own.
She who [...]
(Lyrics to my favorite Stuart Davis song, “Swim”. On Self Titled)
The only reason that it’s scary getting old
is people treat you like you’re too big to hold
and you still feel just like a kid
You call my bluff when I pretend to be at peace
You take the water that I finally release
Close your mouth, open your [...]
the chasm between us,
gargantuan, miniscule.
the thoughts we share,
identical, dissonant.
the love we touched,
celebrated, rejected.
the music we made,
joyful, silent.
the life we never lived,
perfect, .
What can we make of a life of fright
Simple cuttings of fragile life of blight
With simple alms I guide your light
With halted breath I see your might
And simple dreams were said aloud
Yet calm feelings made me proud
A deep meaning I have found
And a gentle deepening I have bound
What’s the meaning of a sundered existence
The path [...]
There’s a great thing about living in a big city: you’re able to people watch incessantly. I have an odd habit. I don’t only watch people, but I make up names for them and their life stories. At the coffeeshop I see Claire, who’s escaping her apartment because it’s a big mess and is dreading [...]
Through the whole three years that I lived in Los Angeles, I never traveled back to the Midwest during winter. I avoided seeing snow and ice in favor of the moderate temperature of Southern California. However, now that I’ve moved to Chicago, I have to get my winter legs again. For those who have never [...]