inexplicable

It's been, for a lack of more original words, a hard year. And it feels good to write that, kind of in the same way it feels good to sit on the front porch steps in the moonlit darkness and rant to your half-asleep dog about the injustice of the world. But right now, it's … Continue reading inexplicable

diving board

You sit in the back seat of the truck, a book in your lap and two more tucked into the door, and warm sun comes through the window and makes a rectangle of yellow across the open page, and you think, this is alright. You inhale ink on paper, the almost uncomfortably intense light stretching … Continue reading diving board

you were here

Tonight, there is a quiet heartbeat offering rhythm to the stillness. One hand rests against the cold car window, illuminated by the occasional rush of passing headlights, and the emptiness is made less by the low hum of familiar voices from the front seat. Distant houses sit tucked between the hills like half-dying embers, the … Continue reading you were here

purple summer

It’s June, there are spiderwebs in my hair, and tonight the sunset came fifteen seconds earlier than it did yesterday. The hourglass has been flipped, and the sand is trickling almost too quietly to be heard—just loud enough to remind us that something sacred is slipping slowly between our fingers. It’s June, and I let … Continue reading purple summer

kitchen sink

If I started walking right now, I could make it to the end of the road long before sunrise. It would be so quiet, and I'd wander past familiar signs and sleepy houses and stand outside the empty gas station, just watching the silhouettes of cars as they whispered through the pale night. Or, I … Continue reading kitchen sink

it’s spectacular

Sometimes you just stand in your bedroom with the lights off and remember this very specific sandwich shop from two years ago that felt like the end of a feel-good summer movie, but that was on an island and there's nothing but darkness outside the window, so you wander to your laptop just to stare … Continue reading it’s spectacular

sounds & silences

(credit) Jo: It’s midnight, and the room is a walking mess. Well, a sitting one-- did it matter? It was a mess, and that was that of it. Clothes are thrown about everywhere, papers are lying precariously on piles, waiting to fall to the floor and crumple beyond existence, and the time ticks ever closer … Continue reading sounds & silences