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Only My Eyes

The edge of you Brushed my skin so lightly It bowled me over Hair spinning a torrent a tumbleweed Wild as the gusts that roll it And just as prickly You gave me goosebumps I wasn’t ready for And whirling to catch my breath Dry eyes dusty white I stood in place rooted, Cuts stillContinue reading “Only My Eyes”

Transactional Relationships

There was something I read recently that had the opinion that men look at relationships differently than women. That men look at them as transactional, as that’s how society as a whole has trained them. That their partners exist more as meant to serve and give their bodies and constantly give of their time andContinue reading “Transactional Relationships”

We all die

Mortality is so difficult. Even at my age. For someone who was raised to believe that “Millions Now Living Will Never Die”, my fondest hope was that I’d be one of those people. And yes, I was raised to believe that, truly. It feels like I was robbed of my immortality, to accept that IContinue reading “We all die”

Ocean

Just was watching an episode of 1883 and reached a part (no spoilers) of a character dying when they shouldn’t. In grief, their partner sat beside their grave with a gun in their hand, wishing to join them. Then came the captain of the wagon train and he said something I likely will never forget:Continue reading “Ocean”

Quiet

I treasure these days accompanied by silence When everything is breathing, The walls holding a sacred quiet So loud my ears ring. When I can put aside the thoughts for others Feed them, entertain them, talk with them, bring them out of themselves. Only I exist in a selfish security One not breached My fortressContinue reading “Quiet”

Time Flies

Or so they say…when you’re having fun… Or working your ass off. I’ve been neglecting my blog quite a bit lately. Since getting started working in the woodshop and working 50 hours at my 9-5 I’ve had so much less time to do what I love. Even when I’m doing what I love. Honestly, IContinue reading “Time Flies”

From Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon

“‘I like the woods,” she said. ‘In them, the possibilities seem endless. They are where wild things are, and I like to think the wild always wins. In the woods, it doesn’t matter that there is no patch of earth that has not known bone, known blood, known rot. It feeds from that. It growsContinue reading “From Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon”

From “Untamed – The Wildest Woman in America and the Fight for Cumberland Island” by Will Harlan

“Carol began wondering if she would ever escape Atlanta. Amid her daily drudgery, she followed one guiding principle, which kept her connected to the real world beneath the concrete and beyond the city limits; search for the source. Food didn’t come from a grocery store. Water didn’t come from a faucet. Ultimately, everything came fromContinue reading “From “Untamed – The Wildest Woman in America and the Fight for Cumberland Island” by Will Harlan”

From “No Rules” by Sharon Dukett

“I stood and began walking through the mammoth trees, keeping the river in sight. There was a hush in the forest as I entered it. The trees seemed to absorb all sound. It reminded me of reverence, like when you enter a church and voices grow dim and respectful. Except church was the exact oppositeContinue reading “From “No Rules” by Sharon Dukett”