Road trips with mama

I never really liked road trips with mama She would always Make ten stops Every ten minutes And smoke cherry cigars  On each one of them She would play a broken French music CD  Which lagged after Every verse  Now I look at her  And I notice the subtle Signs of all the years she’s…

the emptiness that comes after a long day

What terrifies me the most, I think, is that I will one day visit the city of my dreams. It will blind me with its bright lights and endless chatter. Its streets will hold me the way a lover would on a cold Autumn night and its night sky will remind me that things can…

moving forward

I haven't written in a while. I was waiting for inspiration, motivation, anything really. I waited a long while, then I realized I was waiting for nothing - like those characters from that play. Sometimes I get bouts of inspiration and I push them down so I wouldn't have to confront the possibilities that come…

Thoughts 2.26.20

I want the kind of love that feels like walking in my front door after a long flight, where delays and surprise layovers bungled it. I want the kind …Thoughts 2.26.20 “I want the kind of love that feels like a hot shower after coiling inside of airplanes...”