blame the moon

I blame the moon. It’s 3am and here I am, staring at the shadowed ceiling from my pillow. She beckons and woos me, drawing on my blood and skin to come outside and bask in her light, dance under her mysterious blue reflection. She plays peekaboo with the sun, always pointing back to him, always …

On being a writer

i read somewhere that you know you’re a writer if you can’t help but write. If you must write, then you know you are among those word-crafters, those story-spinners, those who take us somewhere other than ourselves into a world of beauty, pain, hope and sometimes grotesque horror and salvation. You know you’re a writer …

Apocalyptic Love

in remembrance. my best friend told me today that remembering is different than reliving. how right she is. she also told me that apocalypse means an unveiling... "An apocalypse Ancient Greek: ἀποκάλυψιςapokálypsis, from ἀπό and καλύπτω, literally meaning "an uncovering" is a disclosure of knowledge or revelation. In religious contexts it is usually a disclosure …

because i get to

Summer is a wasteland. A floating myriad of lost hours and extra daylight. We make a point of doing nothing on purpose around my house in the summer, just to balance out all the "have to's" of the school season. It is the way I do it, which doesn't say much for the way it …