just follow my yellow light

here’s what I remember. i woke up on the playroom floor, curled around a tiger’s paw, the back of brigsby’s hand across my left shoulder. it was 7:22 and we were late. you must have fallen asleep...

one

a year’s come and gone and I still sing you this song, hum it into the crook of your neck. I’ve forgotten just how small your feet were and what I might have dreamed of sleeping next to you all...

when we escape

long sunday. full car. smoking bridge. detour for miles. splintered steps and peeling paint. white sand, blankets of shells. cold waves, dissolving clouds. seagulls screaming, kelsey’s laughing....

drive another nail in

it was spring before the dreams stopped. before I woke up to find all the pieces had wandered back behind closed eyelids, from whatever facet of reality they had chosen to stay. fully conscious,...

Brutal Hearts

maybe if you drive 300 miles away, the air will be easier to breathe. maybe the sun will burn away the bad and the water there will wash it away. maybe the liquor tastes better, maybe the anger...

bulletproof cupid

love is…always you. a story with no ending.

missing

I remember when you took me to see snow, flew me all the way to Breckenridge. It was late when we landed and I fell asleep in the car while we drove up the mountain. I remember you shaking me awake...

on the good days

on the good days, we’ll play under the fig tree in our underwear and blow bubbles on the couch. we’ll sleep on golden tables and drag our feet through the wet dirt and damp grass, lay on a blanket...

dream things true

it was dark. pitch black, and you couldn’t see, no matter how hard you tried, that precipitous place where the sea met the sky. the stars shed no light, just black holes, as if the entire thing...

weekend playlist

playlist for a spring that’s come far too soon and a winter that never really came at all. for a moon that dissects your heart with a thousand weightless arrows, for paint covered fingers at 3 in...

fox. frog. owl.

for just a few minutes on a january tuesday, the three of you sat in the grass in your hats from miss laura lou. fingers to faces, foreheads to foreheads, eyes to camera, leaves to mouths, and,...

this is my december

you dive in deep, head first into a snow globe of your own creation. you breathe in paper snowflakes, the flurries falling to your feet just bits of paper, blinding white and everywhere. there is...

two thousand thirteen

if you promise to be everything I’ve needed, I’ll promise to be your queen. 2013. tinsel falling to the floor. blankets laid on cold concrete. bright lights and paper lanterns. jameson in a...

of monsters and men

. Million stars up in the sky Formed a tigers eye That looked down on my face, Out of time and out of place. So hold on, Hold on to what we are, Hold on to your heart you let it take your breath,...

six words.

your voice echoes in my heart.

this was the one.

apple pie and caramel on fire. plaid and stripes, braids and bears. sunflowers and sycamore leaves, pine needles wrapped inside a baby’s fist. appetizers and food for days. naps in recliners and a...

thankful

thankful for the chance, chosen from a sea of bottomless stars, to live. but not just to live, but to feel and touch and hear and see. to feel the entire spectrum of emotion, even the raw ones, the...

lowry

cold morning. hats and jackets and leather belts. cages and walls, vines and flowers. statues and stagnant water. feathers in an aviary, squirrel on a komodo dragon. monkeys with nordstroms bags,...

very bad things.

Kevin It’s been 2 years and there are still so many nightmares. nightmares and anger and bruises. bruises like the purple stains on rotting fruit, languid flies descending on the sick sweetness. If...

weekend playlist vol. 50

playlist for a lightning strike of clarity and dreams that seem far too real. for pins and needles, for legs of lead, for curved white horns. rifles has been on for days and days. if I could crawl...

this is halloween, this is halloween

a ghost and a jack-o-lantern, a witch and her black cat. sticky fingers and lollipops. face paint and pointy hats, cameos and long shadows. pumpkins and candles, red lips and white sheets. pooh and...

lose your soul

masaryktown

it’s the being there and the getting there and the never wanting to leave. it’s the miles and miles of haggard pines and open fields. it’s the winding road that never seems to end and the bleached...

tortuga

it was a good day, ya know? …if you ignore the storms and runny noses.

grass bleeds black

it was october. we sat outside, in the driveway, beneath the trees. the sun’s white fingers pushed their way between the leaves. yellow flowers fell, unknown constellations littering the ground....

weekend playlist vol. 49

soundtrack for a pumpkin patch, for a thousand dying leaves, for a reunion in a maze in the middle of nowhere.

peekaboo

I was in the kitchen putting dishes away when I heard them both giggling. I looked up and saw that Rex had crawled over to the curtains and B had climbed behind them and was playing peek-a-boo with...

Rexley: 21-26 weeks

The weeks have just kind of folded into each other and all of a sudden you’re 6 months old. a 21 pound, 29.5 inch 6 month old beast of a child. You’re crawling now. I don’t know exactly what the...

we’ll call it god

I think it unwise to claim a sense of understanding in a thing called god, to believe blindly in the words of strange men long ago with neither proof or validation. In the same breath, I think it’s...

every other autumn thing

I had almost forgotten what it felt like to walk outside and not gag on the waves of heat that blister your throat and and your lungs and the backs of squinted eyes. the breeze is blowing,...