I. the tick and the tock my eyes lift- how fast it goes and how slow too; time II. time, the keeper of life mine and yours tick tocks away slipping away quickly- slowly Continue reading

i wish i knew how to feel warmth upon my shoulders- when my mind swears i’m dying a slow death.  Continue reading

untitled (10)11/03/17

Do you like yourself? Excuse me? Do you like yourself? ; the question echoed accusatorily.   She could feel herself recoil at the question even as she dared herself to calm- to breathe – to breathe.   The breath she drew stuck pins in her chest through her back and she knew she was falling … Continue reading untitled (10)11/03/17

last hours in bangkok.

i’ve collected a collage of tan-lines. i’ve collected the sun. i’ve made moments with old, made new friends and missed some. i’ve eaten so much tom yum. i bought books today- instead of doing touristy things. i’ve had interesting conversations about life; future; and everything in between.  i’ve arted and felt both content and empty … Continue reading last hours in bangkok.

the city *

listening to the hum the steady, streaming, breathing of the  city. people with eyes that watch both the surface and the unspoken  parts like learning  the rules to a game for the first time. hands, laughs, eyes- that  firmly take and keep a certain sense of focus. the city and  its coming and going people  … Continue reading the city *

when things happened

Compassion:  Baby, baby you in there? I push open the door, the music blasting penetrating the walls of the apartment… I enter the room and there you are with your back to me, her leg in your hand. I want to say you’re kissing which indeed you are but I can imagine how her lips … Continue reading when things happened