A Bucket of Words

I used to act like words came from a bucket. And each time someone wrote something that perhaps I’d like to write — a book, or an article on a topic of interest for instance — it was as though their hand was sinking into that bucket to pull out the words they used. And…

Gossip

Vapid chatter floats through air once sweet⁣⁣⁣⁣Meditation disappears with conversation ⁣⁣⁣⁣Better fit for pigs ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Topics worth their weight in dirt⁣⁣⁣⁣Values washed away with filth ⁣⁣⁣⁣Insight swept beneath a rug⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Each syllable a sharp pierce to the ear⁣⁣⁣⁣Silence permeated with senseless words ⁣⁣⁣⁣Turns sour ⁣⁣⁣⁣ Archive 115

Falling birds

I was going for a run the other day when I came upon a dead bird on the sidewalk; a beautiful black, red, and white. There were no apparent injuries, certainly nothing to suggest an animal had caught it. It was just there, lying in the middle of the cracked cement, as though it had…

Essential

There’s so much we thought we « needed » ⁣But in an instant we were shown how little truly was⁣⁣ Brought to our knees by an invisible fiend⁣⁣ Suddenly told “none of this is essential”⁣ Closed doors and cancelled appointments scream “you should have been grateful”⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣

Irony

⁣There’s a rainstorm⁣⁣⁣⁣ The liquid pouring down⁣⁣⁣⁣upon a newly sprouted flower⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Too tiny to rise above the puddle⁣⁣⁣⁣it cannot reach the air⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣Slowly it drowns⁣⁣⁣⁣Murdered by the element⁣⁣⁣⁣that helped it first to grow ⁣⁣⁣⁣

The Anxiety of Time

Sometimes I feel like I’m standing in the midst of all that was, all that is, and all that will be — all at once.⁣⁣As though the past is right there, just out of reach: a thin veil behind me. ⁣⁣I remember the people no longer here. Things that have already happened. ⁣And I FEEL…

An Ode to Bookshops

Palms on window panes⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Nose pressed against glass⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣A longing gaze towards shelves of treats ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣All different colors, all different sizes⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣But each of them filled⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣With⁣⁣⁣⁣Delectable ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Divine ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Delightful ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Delicious ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Words⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣And worlds ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣And adventures⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣And love ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣And life ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣And magic⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣I long for the tiny bell to jingle as I push the door ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣And find it unlocked ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣To run my fingers…

A Love’s Façade

⁣All along you thought it was a bed of roses⁣⁣⁣⁣But you’ve been accepting lies like flowers⁣⁣⁣⁣Drenched in the scent of deceit⁣⁣⁣⁣Well soon they’ll wilt, and then you’ll see⁣⁣⁣⁣As you look upon the faded colors⁣⁣⁣⁣That beauty was nothing ⁣⁣⁣⁣A scam⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣The blooms that glow with a colorful hue⁣⁣⁣⁣Are only to blind from the truth⁣⁣⁣⁣They charm you with…

Writing in the Dark

I’ve started writing in the dark. Writing in — and for— the bright, glittering world of social media has, more often than not, stolen my words from me. I remember when I started my first blog, back when I traveled to spend a semester abroad in India. It was just me, my words, and whomever…

The morning

Once upon a time I would have laughed if someone said, “There will come a day when you’ll savor the early morning.” Yet here it is. I sit on the porch and sip my coffee, the steam swirling in the air, colliding with my visible breath. A cool spring morning. Quiet. Except, of course, for…


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