You in my attic bedroom in Somerville. Green and tan striped wallpaper inexpertly hung on the deeply slanted walls. Futon on the floor, the smell of warm cedar, window fan lazily stirring the air. Dust particles floating suspended in golden light that falls across the hardwood floor in a diagonal. Your eyes the bluest I have ever seen. Skin so … Continue reading My Attic Room
I rediscovered this bit of verse today that I wrote back in 2016. It was inspired by a piece of fiction I had wrote that I really should dust off some time. . . after I took a sledgehammer to our relationship only to be surprised that dust that rubble was all that remained I … Continue reading The Affair
You and me in my attic bedroom in Somerville. Green and tan striped wallpaper inexpertly hung on deeply slanted walls. Futon on the floor, the smell of warm cedar, window fan lazily stirring the air. Dust particles floating suspended in golden light that falls across the hardwood floor in a diagonal. Your eyes the bluest I … Continue reading One Year Ago Today: My Attic Room
You and me in my attic bedroom in Somerville. Green and tan striped wallpaper inexpertly hung on deeply slanted walls. Futon on the floor, the smell of warm cedar, window fan lazily stirring the air. Dust particles floating suspended in golden light that falls across the hardwood floor in a diagonal. Your eyes the bluest I have … Continue reading My Attic Room
Our parting was not such sweet sorrow It was piercing pain Sleepless nights Wrenching sobs Heartbreak playlists on Spotify No comfort to be found Lover and best friend both lost In a stunningly abrupt Goodbye Blue was not the warmest color As you packed our past and your jeans In your suitcase Before walking … Continue reading Blue Was Not The Warmest Color
You and me in my attic bedroom in Somerville. Green and tan striped wallpaper inexpertly hung on deeply slanted walls. Futon on the floor, the smell of warm cedar, window fan lazily stirring the air. Dust particles floating suspended in golden light that falls across the hardwood floor in a diagonal. Your eyes the bluest I have … Continue reading My Attic Room
Brave & Reckless 