Coming halfway through first and finding a decent parking spot. Light that warms your insides like the sun warms your face. Watermelon after an intense game of Burgess volleyball. The intimacy of speaking with your mouth shut. A three pointer to put us into overtime for the state game. Next to the fireplace during a winter storm. Unlimited Sticky Fingers on fast Sunday. A blanket right out of the dryer.

Friday, July 3, 2015. You know how water only has a taste if it is different from what you normally drink? This is my life and I am finally tasting the water. Wednesday, June 24, 2015. Do you live to write? 160; Or was that just a phase? Do you not remember the days that all you spoke in your brain was poetry? Or how you could captivate your reader by just speaking your mind? Or how when you read the poetry of random people you felt their pain? Oh, wait that never happened.

Friday, November 14, 2014. Hello from the trampoline we used to jump on. from the dried flowers on my desk. the sleeping pills in the trash. your stuffed bear in my arms. I miss you from the driveway where you lingered. from ancient greek class wednesday nights. the chair i hang my bag on. your shirt on my shoulders. But how to look at my hands. For four hours a day.

Thursday, November 12, 2015. He is waking up on Christmas morning without a gift,. Without decorations, without stockings stuffed, without cookies fractured. I am a new puppy. I will follow where you walk, big brown eyes fixed. Every time you come home.

Monday, May 26, 2014. We found it on a map. There were words and pictures shared about that sacred place. Some planes made it all the way, some crashed and were never found. There are some beautifully broken souls that have taken on Paris as if it was theirs from the very start. Those souls will never return. Those souls have found a place where they actually feel at home.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Sunday, June 1, 2014. Thank you is never enough. We are in the here and we are in the now and we are full of stardust. Monday, May 19, 2014.

Monday, May 26, 2014. Why is it that the good times always end and the bad times always linger? Crushing passion and romance because those always end sooner or later. Sunday, May 11, 2014. Say goodbye to the innocent boy or girl you were 9 y.