We rose up in the sky that night and you
were the breeze leading me home.
You said “Take my hand and we’ll tuck this memory
into a little place in your heart forever”
And you were the red in my lips
and the smoke rising from the flame
You were the stars shooting across the sky
“Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.” – Alan Watts
I couldn’t be more excited to announce that this weekend, I accomplished one of my lifelong dreams of self-publishing a
book of my poetry! Through many iterations and rounds of design with my editors, manuscript, and cover design artists – and through the amazing feedback and suggestions from friends and family – I am now live on Amazon for purchase!
Poetry is something that’s always had a special place in my heart, and I’m thrilled to put into the world my contribution to what is absolutely one of my favorite art forms.
If you feel so inclined, here’s the link for some good bedside reading ☺️:
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
“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.
Connection is what it’s all about. That’s no secret.
Archangels, warriors – calling all creators. Keep singing. Keep dancing. Keep moving. Keep making. Keep CREATING. Keep doing what you were made to do.
You are more powerful than you know. Your work is more important than you know. You ARE love.
March to the beat of your own drum – you’re a warrior.
“I didn’t do much for the past few days, but you know what I did do, this morning I saved a caterpillar and put it back in the woods where it belongs. And that put the biggest smile on my face.”
“You know, the thing about caterpillars and transformation is – before you turn into the butterfly, you have to be goo. Literal goo. You have to go into the chrysalis for a while.
And I’m just going to tell myself today, right now you have to be okay with being goo.”
True places never are. – Herman Melville
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? – Mary Oliver