Jan 25

Youth March

Jan 23

That Valley, Too Far From You

(photo credit: a friend, over the summer)

I noticed today,
out of the foggy
car windshield 
just how 
much this valley
and those fields 
have somehow become part of me.

I like the way that earth 
can’t blow away with the rain. 

I like the way the grass
smells in midsummer;
sweet earth in clean hands,
dark soil on bare feet. 

I like the way my hands
get just numb enough with cold:
slip them down the back
of your shirt it sends
lightning down your spine.

I like the way you smile
when the first snow falls,
almost like you forgot
it would come at all.

These mountains always look beautiful
against a sunrise...
(even if I won’t admit it) 

This valley might be small
and it might be in the middle
of absolutely nowhere,
but I also might like it.

Almost might like this corner
Jan 21

Magnet Board

Jan 21

Sight to Short to See

That empty feeling 
crept into you again today.

It doesn't like to let you go,
it has good hands
to cling with. 

It’s that kind of feeling 
where you just want to sleep
so the unproductive part
of your brain
doesn’t take over. 

It’s that kind of feeling 
where you know
you should find someone
to talk with
but you just don’t feel
like anyone anymore. 

And so,
you mope around the house 
trying to amuse your self:
scanning old photographs;
writting letters
you would never send;
running to-good-to-be-true 
conversations through your head.

And that clinging feeling
only gets worse.

Jan 18

Circling the Sun

Jan 16

The Words You Cry

These little thoughts
are what keep 
me going.

They wake me up
at night,
the sky will soon glow
with long lost sunsets
and shine 
with what you might think is morning 
but is actually the porch light.

I have spent 
many a night
smiling at my frosty
in the glass.

I know what it feels like 
to have my eyes burn
with tears,
to choke down a brewing 
thought, sliping on a sob.

It’s all too familiar
to see him desperate
for the organized chaos
of a place to far to find.

All to familiar
to wipe a lonely tear
from his nose,
“I only want what’s supposed to be mine.” 

Me too
Jan 16

Hidden Cities

The world spins 
too fast 
to catch all the time 
and space 
between the lines.

All the soil
at the bottom
of the river.

All my confessions: too deep 
to control...
you don’t understand.

You might try.
You can’t.

Jan 11

Message in a Bottle

I’m not in danger:
I don’t need your help.

Do you need mine?

Have you stopped 
and admired 
the world 

Do you know why
the stars
shine at night? 

It’s all there 
for you.

Never forget 
how stunning
that is. 
Jan 08

Solar Rug

Jan 08

Random Thoughts From the One Left Behind

You have abandoned me...
where have you 

The rain never fell
where it was supposed to.

Doesn’t that look like fun
killing the ones you
don’t love 
and saving the ones you 

I’m right here for you.

It always looks as though
you love more 
than you probably do...
dont you know that’s lying?