I've got to keep an eye out
One must be careful to not let time slip by
Or to spend too much of it inside
Just before
the sunlight was orange from the forest fire air
A few leaves crunching
brown and brittle under feet
with dust kicked up and floating
in the warmth
the remains of summer's final sigh
Just now
A cool blue chill through the window
A shower of golden leaves come with a strong breeze
Another day, a slightly different shade
I want to be there to see every one
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
my mind is a floundering locomotive
i've been spinning my wheels
addressing things that don't matter
tap tap tap at the phone
as if I need to care about parenting tips right now,
I ain't got any kids
I think the first stages of burnout are more my speed
i fear my body is tired
because of the running my mind did.
. . .
There's something about early mornings
That make you think.
The neighborhood is quiet, voices yet unawakened
So only the wind speaks
It whispers through the open window
The sun is slowly rising, a docile flame
And we have yet to hear its fire roaring overhead
. . .
I'm sitting and trying to keep my attention
Where it should be
Because everything is trying to compete
attention economy, internet, dopamine, etc.
I want to use it the right way
I want to keep it from spinning out of my hands
Leaving is inevitable
But I'd like to think that I can control where it goes when it does
which planet to land.
Time to board the rocket for another
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 4:08 AM UTC
It has arrived
A morning of sun after days of rain
Blue skies with clouds hunkered way down the horizon
A breeze gentle enough to mimic your own soft breaths
Exhale with each playful gust
The air is so clear
Accommodating,
Even the moon stays longer than it should
A lingering ghost in the sky.
If soil could be soaked to the bone it would be this
The ground underfoot squishing with each step,
but firm enough not to give completely.
Some things are still saturated from last night's rain
Plants are slick and glittering
Abundant
While others stay pastel in the morning light.
A tree stands tall and light yellow
Blonde and bleached from the sun
The grasses below thin and waving
Looking almost skeletal underneath the rich blue sky.
It almost seems as if
Nature is fighting for a few moments of spring
As winter creeps ever closer.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 4:03 AM UTC
Like many, I don't like the sight of roadkill.
It's unsettling.
My pity is mixed with disgust which is followed by guilt,
and I feel ashamed at shying away from one's misfortune.
The other day I passed by a deer,
half decayed, it's ribs bare and open
with one empty eye socket staring, teeth and jawbone exposed.
I suppressed a shiver
and reached over for the dial to turn up the music
with lyrics saying something about
not letting your spirit be crushed
no matter what life throws at you.
My eyes were fixed in front
trying to focus on the path ahead
until I caught sight of another deer in the greenery
standing proud in full flesh and bone,
Its head up and gazing curiously as I whipped by.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 3:56 AM UTC
I am destined
For evil and for greatness
I'm not sure which one yet.
I desire to
Look fear in the eye
And say "I'm not done with you yet."
But my dear this is not a war. It's a dance
A push with your constant pull.
And when I finally heave you into my embrace,
It will be my face turned up to the sun.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 3:45 AM UTC
I'll melt into you, dear friend.
May you paw at me and latch on
with your pussywillow claws.
I will breathe you in like mist
that rolls forth and coats my tongue
and slithers down my throat like a feather boa,
a gentle paralysis.
A little bit of death gives me life for tomorrow.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 4:30 AM UTC
I've been seeing more shooting stars lately
Lately as in the past three years
Maybe it's because I'm out here
At nighttime, slowing my car down on a country road
and turning off my lights
So I can see the sky better
Making sure there aren't any stars blazing in my rearview.
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
It never occurred to me
When I realized that half is quite the difference
your hair was curly and mine straight
It never occurred to me
When you never called
Or when you barely came home to visit
When the gifts you gave
Told me you didn't know much about me
And weren't particularly interested in trying to
(But I kept them anyway,
Because maybe you did care)
It never occurred to me
When I started to forget
How you appeared in my life
Or when I kept your picture up on my bedside
For months after the fact
It never occurred to me
When I realized I never felt quite close enough
When I heard my name was still in your mouth
Despite not talking for years
But when I was in my comm class
And my professor said
Identities exist in relation with one another
It finally hit me.
I am not a sister,
Because I do not have one.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 1:22 AM UTC
I feel a restless urge I cannot fight
But must make peace with
I feel a yearning in my soul
Does anyone hear my voice?
It is an arrow shot into the dark,
A museum label
Failing to describe the exhibit
It is a sunrise behind glass.
I want it to be freed
I do not have the tools to free it.
The words I speak
Aren't enough.
I need a sound, a touch, a taste
And more to express even an inkling
Of all I think, and therefore all I am
Do you feel the meaning?
I fear it will never dawn in your eyes.
I fear the light is only dim in mine.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
Waking up to a light and the sound of music
Only to shut it off
Sitting in silence until I zero in on the sound
I hear the rain falling over my roof
It's white noise, thinking, then pulling back the covers.
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC