broken my heart

you know you’ve also had it happen not for a crush but for true love the blur before your eyes of beauty in a new spring flower makes your heart just about blush crush at the reality of this moments breath.

book whore

I lose myself in the lives that are being painted on the pages great people born in comic sans an and where did the ‘an’ go? did I make that up all along? they are storied lovers of life carrying through and connecting to me in hopes they may be one...

make

the wind is waiting to hear what the earth is waiting to touch what the sky is waiting to see what you you are making.

distraction devil

the thing that bleeds the life out of passion is not the dog the dust the dishes the UPS driver. It is you it is me tossing off passion pursuing the present and missing what may become- for simple fear of it becoming- more than we could ever...

the waves come

and I am not frightened of them not any more i am only frightened by the possibility that this one might be the one that does not release me to shore