Loving her
Loving her never felt like something new. Loving her felt like revelation. Loving her felt like a re-awakening. Loving her was discovering something that had always been, and always would…
Wherein I try my hand at assembling words to represent my thoughts. Inspired by my images or inspiration for the images or completely unrelated to the image at all. A s’mores ag board, if you will.
I’m not a licensed wordsmith.
It will be awkward for everyone.
the visit
"I'm just visiting," I tell myself. Just like I tell myself every single day when I visit the memory. "I'm not moving in. Just leaving one thing there is all."…
a moment
how do we get back to that moment? we cannot. we can re-visit the place, but not the time. make copious memories.
A Hug
Once upon a time there was a hug. It was unlike any other hug. It was a reality-changing, life-altering, mind-blowing hug. It's on the endangered species list now because there…
she is no more who she was then
the person and placein that memoryto which I clingare no more. she is no morewho she was then. she is weathering a stormthat is sculpting herinto someone new. I see…
deeper still
Get closer. Look deeper. The beauty of the whole is made up of a million perfect little details.
Tender Mercies
"The Lord is good to all: and his tender mercies are over all his works." Some mornings, as you walk by the glass doors leading onto the deck, you notice…
Not Enough. Enough.
How can something be simultaneously not nearly enough and more than enough? Enough is probably not the right word. I rarely have the right words. More than enough in the…
Love or Strangulation
In the mad rush to wrap someone up in love, do we bind them up instead? Will we not know until the moment of release whether that release is bitter…
At first glance
She is objectively, undeniably beautiful at first glance. But I remain for a moment beyond first glance. Texture and complexity and details missed in a first glance reveal themselves and…
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