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Grazing Between the Chaos and the Calm

I am standing on the bridge between chaos and tranquility, between crimson and greenery. I want to drink from that well of blue water, to graze beneath the hearts of rounded mountains. I want to stop and dance with the... Continue Reading →

Solace

When everything churns and sinks in reverse and the moon pulls back its tides with taut strings, the waves of the ocean crash and disperse in the tumult of my imaginings.   But oh, let the continents shift and quake,... Continue Reading →

The Rose

A delicate rose perched on a bush, her hand beneath her chin. Her sigh froze dew drops in the air; her patience was waning thin. For she was awaiting Autumn— he hadn’t visited in days— and he had promised that... Continue Reading →

To Love a Bird (Is to Paint Her Red)

I am azure-headed, ruby-breasted, emerald-winged. I flutter into your embrace, only God and His sun as my witnesses. You tell me that I dazzle color, even when my feathers are plucked, even when all that is visible is the white... Continue Reading →

Coffee & Company

Don’t fill up on coffee, she said, Because the grinds are too simple-- they sit in your stomach-- they rub your intestines like sandpaper. Coffee is straightforward and bitter like your grandmother’s humor. Instead, break the fast with orange juice--... Continue Reading →

Lighthouse

Your eyes were staircases spiraling inside towering licorice lighthouses; I watched some nights when you’d pry open my craters and release my moths and let them collect on your glittering railings. Your pupils shined on my royal violet failings, but... Continue Reading →

I Steal the Silence

I steal the silence. The air is crisp tonight, and my chest hums with a certain happiness, a broken quiet. My lungs are feathers molting noiselessly between breaths; in, out. Slowly, I bury my toes into the soil and I feel them... Continue Reading →

How to Be Happy

if you pluck a rainbow from the sky and tie it in a bow, offer it as a present to a clouded heart. soon, the weather channel will broadcast the weatherman’s forecast as a pair of sunshine smiles.   Written... Continue Reading →

When People-Watching

There is a certain type of beauty to the morning, a certain sense of gratefulness as the world peels open its encrusted eyes. The continents untuck themselves from oceanic blankets and mumble, Thank God we’re alive. Thank God we’re breathing.... Continue Reading →

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