Genetic Malfunction

There are people in my world who love and adore me regardless of my crazy that I don’t always keep tucked in. I love them and am grateful for them. But there are occasions where I see the facial expression on the person I am interacting with (loved one or stranger) where they fail to … More Genetic Malfunction

Written in Stone

My route was etched into the sides of pyramids, before the stars aligned. Before you. Before her. Before him. Before I raced into the dark with only a pack of cigarettes and a half empty lighter. Red. It’s always red. My course was flowing through my veins before the gods picked my name, and my … More Written in Stone


I have no intention, of nurturing ambition for the skills required, to cultivate genuine ignorance. The vain arrogance, in that stance, is not one I could or would, or that anyone should subscribe to. To be so unaware of the pain that spills into the side streets and the alleyways, and onto the bar counters, … More #98.7


I really should pluck my brows, I said. You really should make us both coffee, he said. Hurry up and take the photo. I pull a face. But it is lost, with half my face. I smile again, and I am reminded of some of the smaller details that I love about him. His laughter … More Misfits

Knot Really

The effort of Love is, often like, building a puzzle. All white. Spilled milk, on a red floor. The pieces fit, when you try. When you navigate the corners, that stare inward, like ancient historians that know the answer. Know the futility in perfection, and see the beauty in the missing parts. The parts where … More Knot Really