October 29, 2019

Well we made it back to Texas. The band's van broke down in Colorado so Krista and Chris packed into my car with Justin and I and we headed for home. Alex says his dad has a way to tow it back down and him and Nick stayed in Colorado until their flight back. Meanwhile, … Continue reading October 29, 2019 →

October 23, 2019

What a trip. Justin and I are currently sitting at a coffee shop off of Main st. in Springfield, Oregon called Washburne. Drinking a cup of green tea that came with a cute little pale blue teapot full. Currently, we're reflecting on the events happening last night up until now. The tour was going pretty … Continue reading October 23, 2019 →

My Mother’s Hands

Work in progress To be lifted up to the sky, overcast. To be cradled in the warm sun. To be held at all angles, To have your skin gently washed in the kitchen sink on college street while teething on a blue towel, sucking out its juice. To be saved from drowning after missing a … Continue reading My Mother’s Hands →

Worth

(A million things in one month that turned into a poem with some kind of sense, I think) When every day is worth Its weight in cigarettes and beer It's hard to hear the hope chest cracking open between your ears. It's easy to feel the abundance; Our shoulder-perched buckets fill quickly with every passing … Continue reading Worth →

It’s Nice to See You

Step out of your car. Walk through the grass and over the stone path into the door of a kitchen, And the home of one hundred and twenty weary souls that consider you their sunshine. Often they ask me why they’re still around, What more there could possibly be for them to hear or see. … Continue reading It’s Nice to See You →

Fed Up

I never asked for a trophy- A partner with gratitude, I did not aim to upset you, step on your shoes or undress your attitude But I never thought the reward for my rise to your altitude, All the stress I've been put through, for all of my hard honest efforts, Three housekeepers in one … Continue reading Fed Up →

Your Hands

Human contact craving, Magnetic oxytocin. A hand, leeching emotional algae Like a sea urchin weeping on shore, Seamlessly empty. A teacup’s steam creeps through Into shirt seams Like hands brushing pale cheeks. Pinch me, It’s okay. I’m only dreaming Of your hands.

Distant Rain

From the place where you may gracefully sit, dance, or lay- Can you feel the effortless sway of the wind in my veins? It’s prodding up goosebumps when I hear your name. How the places between my fingers and teeth fill In attempt to push out the grief When I hear you speak. How your … Continue reading Distant Rain →