art – lesbian loving life

flowers

I used to walk by this garden every day on my way to New York for grad school. There were days that I would rush past it without a second glance and then there were days that something compelled me to stop. Maybe it was the old woman that I would sometimes see tending to…

estranged

I noticed the other day that when I went to you it didn’t feel as it had before. I didn’t feel it. I didn’t feel like this place was a part of me as it always had been. It felt cold and distant –something unknown- separate from me. I sat in my car readying myself…

time lapsed

I always want to write when I have no time it’s like the words flow through my mind onnecting – forming poetry that disconnects me from my current reality I always want to write when I have no time it’s like the urge to escape is unbounding leaving my tired mind pulsing, anting, waiting for…

the blank page

I have sat down to write everyday this past week and every day I have stared at a blank page. The page’s lines taunting my unmoving hand, judging it’s silence. My heart beats chaning from a steady rhythm to a slow thump. After an hour I closed the book – unable to stare any longer…

staying thankful post-thanksgiving

Since my (now wife) and I weren’t exactly what you would call welcomed to our first Thanksgiving together by either of our families we started our own little tradition that we like to call Turkey Day Getaway. We generally pick somewhere (anywhere that is 4-6 hour drive away) and go away for a long weekend….

dreamland

I don’t know if I am doing what I am supposed to be doing. I mean I know that I went to get my Masters in this field and I do enjoy it at times, but I do not know if it is feeding my soul the way I feel like it should be. I…