Muse

I never wrote poems about love until you stepped into my life. Now, I cannot stop

Intimate Strangers

Last night, we went for a drive. As we approached the midpoint between Here and Middle-of-Nowhere, he turned to me and asked, “Do you ever think about how, just ten months ago, this same situation would have made you painfully uncomfortable?” “No,” I replied, “I hadn’t thought about that.” He continued, “Isn’t it strange how... Continue Reading →

Cancer And The Threat Of Mortality

My cousin passed away twelve days after celebrating his 30th birthday, exactly one year after he was diagnosed with cancer. During those 365 days, his eyebrows fell out and his muscles melted away to reveal a wiry frame. The doctors removed his right arm--the home base--but the malignant army had already invaded every continent of... Continue Reading →

Rapture Among Strangers

Recently, I've been feeling misaligned, like a well-built car that begins drifting three degrees to the left. My engine light is off, the Bluetooth is running smoothly, and a recently detailing highlights every perfection. Yet, there is a subtle rumbling every morning when I start my day. Something feels off. I have been noticing a... Continue Reading →

Poetry, Tenderness, and True Love

As a child, I was obsessed with poetry--to this day, poetry still drills deep into my heart. My cherished 20-year-old Shel Silverstein books are falling apart at the seams, stained with years of chocolate finger prints and gleeful tears. In elementary school, I would finish my homework and search for animal poems on the internet... Continue Reading →

Continual Becoming

When I met my boyfriend, I instantly knew he was The One. He felt familiar, as if a key character in a past life or a wandering soul I was destined to join. He held my hands and electricity rushed up my arms. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt safe. By the... Continue Reading →

Spectacular Contortion

I teetered on the hind legs of my cheap desk chair as I clicked the blue call button and waited through the modern-day dial tone. “Hey! Long time to see!” I was twenty-two years old: insecure and invincible. A few months shy of graduation, future options were limited only by my imagination; and yet, the... Continue Reading →

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