a lifted lida trove of treasure beneath meflashes to carved blue skiesa face pressed into a Cure t-shirtfirmly gripped velvet colored glass stained lipsthe sea and unspoken prosea cathedral bell scorefor our white sheeted heaven intoxicated bythe scent of crushed violets the taste of salt all over again

The evening and night skies have been a Pantone book of color as of late due to weather phenomenon and celestial alignments. Every tone of blue, bonfire and smoke. Rarities like us. I feel like a moth with tattered edges circling a blue-eyed votive flame. Nature may be stroking the sky with her best but […]

Two years ago I was released from the legal confines and shackles of marriage. I won’t say it has been an easy journey, in fact, it is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do and one of the most painful experiences I have had to endure. In ways, it still is. […]

because when it comes to these matterswhen you get to know, have or experience even a fragment of meyou will unequivocally know I am…

It’s interesting to see things from ages ago. The faces I used to make, the company I kept, the manner in which I used to see and navigate the world. I’ve spent months contemplating what to do with old social media accounts that I deactivated several years ago. They just sit there collecting e-dust. Untouched. […]