Hello Spring, Please Come In! But You Must Stop Being So Cold.

Just a short creative writing exercise I was doing. Kinda liked it so I thought I’d share–

As the stinging chill of winter sets into our bones, it has us all wishing for something other than the bitterness that will greet our feet from under the cracks of the front door. We surround ourselves in our partners, feeding off their warmth. Their bodies– a soft, snug blanket. We shelter ourselves beneath them, as if they were the sand we would bury ourselves in at the shore.

Oh, what a vacation! Oh, what peaceful sensations! Oh, how sweet love can be a sanctuary of fresh palms! We swim in their leafy shadows until we are ready to creep out and have the sun illuminate our lifeless skin again.

Silly sun. Silly love. Silly hot things, igniting us with your silly flames. Things set ablaze only burn, but at least we will be warm.

33 Things I Didn’t Say, or Didn’t Say Enough

G, this isn’t meant to be weird, although I am sure it is. You have said a few times over the years that I focused on the negatives too much at times, and not so much the positives. I know it probably doesn’t matter now, but you deserved more positives, so I just wanted to list a few.

  • You always made really good breakfast crepe things. Like the best.
  • Let’s be real, you always cooked, and it was always bomb.
  • You’re really positive.
  • You make friends easily.
  • You have a unique sense of humor but you’re hilarious.
  • We were never great with agreeing with one another, but I know that most days you acted with good intent. Sometimes it backfired, but you did.
  • Even at times when you feel a little lost in life, you keep going, and you always aim for improvement and progress.
  • You are forgiving.
  • You care deeply, about many things.
  • You enjoy giving gifts to others.
  • You are understanding.
  • You are thoughtful.
  • You are a good friend.
  • You are adventurous.
  • You are passionate.
  • You are courageous.
  • You could always down some serious food with me/friends.
  • I never felt judged by you (for the most part, and for much of our relationship), even for some of the worst things I have done.
  • You were good at getting me to come out of my social shell.
  • You shared your video games with me.
  • You always made sure I wasn’t hungry.
  • You always laughed at my stupid humor.
  • You sucked at pool, therefore I wasn’t alone.
  • You’re hygienic lol.
  • You sometimes have your own crazy way, but it shouldn’t go unappreciated
  • You’re sensitive.
  • You’re great at telling stories in great detail.
  • You always helped with household stuff like all the time. Like if I ever ran out of underwear, you’d wash them and surprise me with them later.
  • You always went on hikes with me.
  • We rarely ran out of things to talk about bc life was always interesting with you.
  • You made life fun and you made it good.
  • You always encouraged my writing, even when it was awful.
  • I never thanked you enough, but you never stopped doing for me.
  • You loved my puppy.
  • You were my absolute best friend.

She Happened to Me


Red and yellow lights blurred into one another… And then another, and then another. I sat waiting, impatiently, in a corner booth by the window. The raindrops beating against the glass framework were my greatest distraction from rather painfully tearing a hang-skin from my fingertip, or continuing to look like a psychopath as I ripped the remaining half of my napkin into tiny little pieces. I watched as they trickled down and slowly washed away a pile of bird shit.

I hated the rain. I hated it with nearly everything I had in me. But this rain was not like other rains. Reflections from stop lights and street lamps shot through the little wet beads, illuminated them. They were no longer stupid little raindrops that brought on feelings of gloom and despair… they were something else, something containing beauty.

She told me her class might run over. It was only 12 very small minutes I had to wait, but it felt much longer. The day was cold and damp. I could feel the frigid air radiate from the murky outside world. It covered me the same way frost painted car windows and telephone booths in December. Sending frequent chills up my spine; I felt my brain would soon freeze over.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee comforted me, gently. Just enough to ease my mind as I sat there alone in that café. Not that my anxiety would settle when she arrived. This was our first time meeting, so I knew my nervousness would send me through the roof. After 11 minutes, overwhelming angst nearly set fire to my ass and had me running for the door. I tried to remain still, but knowing she’d be there soon didn’t make it any easier.

I wiped my clammy hands on my jeans and became consumed with worry about whether or not my shirt matched my pants. “Why in the hell would I wear blue on blue?” I asked myself. “You fucking idiot, did you get dressed in the dark this morning?” This gnawing thought kept me seated for that very final moment before she arrived, and I was very happy that she had. I felt as though everyone was staring at me because I was sitting alone. No one was staring, but I felt that they were.

She approached the wooden ramp leading to the café entrance, bringing down her umbrella as she reached for the knob. She closed the door behind her and looked around the room until she found me. I watched as she walked toward me that evening- admiring every step she took as she walked into my life.

I wanted to sculpt that very image of her into my icy brain, so that maybe when I grew old and memories would begin to evaporate into thin air like smoke from a lit cigarette, this one could or would remain forever.

When she reached the table, she traced the shiny edge of it with her thumb as she sat. I wanted to paint an entire portrait just of her thumb. I could do just that with any part of her, really.

And so she sat. And so it began. We talked and talked for hours in that café. About life, about love, about pain, about all things. I know now that I could never forget that day, not even if I tried.

Twenty-seven incredible years later, a brutal cancer took her away from me. I remember watching as she was lowered into the ground. I felt as though the life was being sucked out of me, and that I, too, would soon be buried beneath the earth with her. But knowing her body rest in that casket, that her body would only be a few short feet away from me… Well, it was the only thing that helped me hold onto any form of sanity.

Even then, it took six months to return to her body. As I knelt above her grave, I could still feel her there. She had been waiting for me, to remind me of one very true thing- she was the greatest occurrence my life had ever known. I kissed the ground above her and I sat. I rested there in her embrace for hours, picking at a hang-skin on my fingertip, ripping blades of grass from the ground and tying them together. I could have weaved an entire grass blanket. I could have weaved twenty-seven of them, really.

“Love, it took so long for me to find the strength to come here. Now, I don’t want to leave.” I cried, knowing what would happen when I did. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Then it started to rain. It rained, and it rained, and it fucking rained.

Eventually, fighting my own resistance, I went home. Sopping wet, I painted a dreadful memoir of where she now lays, rotting.


Excerpt from a short story I’m currently working on:

The air smelled damp. Rocks bordered the space between the lake and the land. Protecting something, although I’m not sure what exactly. Lilly pads slapped against the rigged rocks, ultimately cutting and dicing many of them into tiny little pieces, that would soak through so thoroughly they’d eventually turn to dust. Wet dust, but dust. So really, the protective barrier seemed destructive in some sense.

The sun was a little less than mid-sky, the start of bringing a layer of beautiful darkness upon the earth. One could now see the reflection of rainbow stage lights bouncing off the water. It was breathtaking.

As in it would literally rob you of your breath. I swam in the moment, being pulled under by waves as they crashed against my body. Not my physical body, but my spiritual— a reminder that this big, bright, boisterous rainbow can be quite exclusive; perhaps more often than not. Rainbows are not as endless as we all dream, yet there is still no pot of gold at the end of them.

Mad As A March Hare

You ever meet someone
Who just…
Who just completely floods your…
Floods your every thought?

Distract self
Mind derails
I’m back on you

I remind myself every day
That I deserve better

Deserve better
Oh, how you
Deserve better


Oh, what is better?

There’s someone you want
Who doesn’t want you back

What is better
I am sorry…
I have a habit of falling fast?

I am sorry…

What is worse than
You never even gave me a chance


Reminder at every corner
Of my mind

Fuck chance

My actions make me crazy…
No one insane enough
To waste their time on me

Distract self
Mind derails
I’m back on you

Nothing feels…

Why are you not
Insane enough
To waste your time on me?