Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Summer Haiku

Summer sun. I'm not

a summer girl. Born of rain

I evaporate.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

An Eye View

I used to sit in the last seat of our dodge plymouth voyager and lean backwards over it. In this matter the sky, which took up my whole vision, looked as though it were beneath me, I felt like I was constantly falling into it.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Summer Mornings

I've never know more peace than sitting on the porch of a friend in a town full of people I love. The world stops for a moment and becomes so still and tangible you can see each dust particle on the hot desert wind. It's when you feel so lucky and each moment so perfect, it doesn't matter that they won't always last, because you have them now, and that's most important. It's when your hair is rustled by the wind and it feels more like a gentle kiss than an annoyance. It's when you smile to yourself and give a simple sigh that carries the last weight off your chest and you are free. It's when love manifests itself in good people and you feel lucky enough to be caught in the middle of it.