Andromeda

Sunflower big bang star explosion

Kiss me quickly with your gentle
Kill me quickly with your sunshine

Show me dancing with your high line

Hold my heart
Make it explode into a million tiny pieces in the night sky

Hydra

Cassiopeia

Andromeda

Alhena

Love me so hard I repeat my existence
Over and over and over

Love me so hard you’ll never have to stop

Connection

Connection. Isn’t it what we all are searching for? You see it everywhere you look – on your bus ride to work in the morning, on your way to your favorite coffee shop, while you’re standing in line at the store. The buzz of the connected world is undeniable. You see people everywhere; busy on their phones, straining to hold onto the handles of the bus while sending out a text message, updating their thoughts and whereabouts on social networking sites, sending a photo to someone back home.

But in this busy and connected world, are we losing ourselves and our connection…true connection, in the chaos and fury of all this connected-ness? What can replace the warmth of a stranger’s smile, or a happen-chance conversation while pouring coffee at the local shop? Can we replace the warmth of our partner’s hug when we get home from a long day at work?

During these challenging times, I urge us to seek connection in any way possible, but mostly, through Facetimes and phone calls with our friends and family. Nothing replaces hearing “I love you” and seeing that smile on a loved one’s face. No amount of Instagram likes can amount to that. I challenge us to understand and embrace what connection truly is.

Nevermore

Your hyper-star gaze
Visceral in my throat punch

Smile cocked like a gun
Checking my tires
Popped them like a mail gun

Tell me wicked little secrets
Titillate me with your devilish desires
Wake me stupid with your dirty charms
Til I sleep in nevermore

Choke me lurid with your tailspin

Wake me stupid from a daydream

Take me weakly with your left hand

Lullaby me nevermore

Lentils

“No reason to lie when you can shock them with the truth. It’s more interesting anyway,” you said.

Lentils, cooked or not, are still lentils. They just smell different. I squeezed them tightly in palm of my hand.

“Anthony, why’d you give me cooked lentils? That’s so weird. Why are you so weird?” He always loved lentils. The red kind, not the green.

“Anthony. Darling. Let’s walk up this hill and catch the last sunset together. It’ll be worth it. I’ll buy you a home by the sea, just like you wanted.”

You asked me why.

“Because that’s what people do when they love each other, Anthony. That’s what we do.”

For the unforgettable – Ecuadorian flute bearing – MJ.

-mh-

Any Excuse

I’ll take any excuse to love you

So explain to me that the sky isn’t blue

That this pain I’m feeling isn’t real

Tell me that people don’t really have two hands Tell me we’ll live forever

even though I know someday we all have to go

I’ll take any excuse to love you

Any excuse to believe that this might somehow work Tell me that when you paused

when I asked if you thought we’d be together always

That you really meant yes