"In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." -Shing Xiong *** "Do not go where the path may lead; instead where there is no path and leave a trail." -Ralph Waldo Emerson *** "Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget." -G. Randolf *** "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us." -E.M. Forster *** "Imagnination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world." -Albert Einstein *** Defintion of Suburbia: A place where they cut down trees and name streets after them. -(Unknown, found on sticker) :p *** "A lie goes halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on." -Winston Churchill***"Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly." -Louis Ginsberg ***"All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware." -Martin Buber

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

In the Woodwork (a poem)

In the Woodwork
January 30th, 2012
When I go off on my own
And we are separated for a time
As I toss and turn at night, longing for home
I’ll remember the sound of your boots
Thumping on the porch upon your arrival
I’ll remember running to the door on little feet

When I heard your cough at midnight
I knew you still lay awake, restless
But when I heard your snore
From across the house, on a different floor
Rumbling in the woodwork
I knew I could sleep easy;
You never drifted into dreams
Unless all was at peace, all was secure

Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Five Senses (a poem, thoughts)

The Five Senses
Written January 29th, 2012
If I lost my sense of sight, I could never see the faces of the ones I love,
I could never see the wonders of the world.
If I lost my sense of touch, I could never feel the kiss of my true love,
Or the touch of my child’s hand to my cheek.
If I lost my sense of taste, I could never enjoy my father’s cooking,
Or open my mouth when hiking to sample the pine and soil in the air.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Faerie Dreams (a short story)

Faerie Dreams
Written in Winter of 2011
A small boy, no older than the age of five, came to find himself in a large, fantastic house of stunning, brilliant colors. It was as though the house had been specifically designed for Easter celebrations. The walls were adorned with luscious pastel shades and intricate winding patterns, delightfully filling his senses. There were wonderful smells of fresh baked cookies and pies, and the taste of sugary, candied things was in the air.
            Faeries danced and flew about the room, singing and laughing and playing, their voices like summer birds and sweet Sunday bells. They welcomed him with smiles and pinched his round boyish cheeks. One faerie in particular, an impish, mischievous girl with bright orange hair, took his hand and twirled him around. The air shimmered around them as they spun, as though they were a sparkling mirage. With a cry of delight, the boy found he could fly.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

This Moment (a poem)

This Moment
Written January 13th, 2012
I’m taking this moment
A feather drifting on a breeze
I’m taking it, and I’ll keep it
Tuck it away somewhere secret
A hidden safe place
I’m memorizing these seconds
And stowing them away
So I have them just in case
I find myself lonely on a cold, rainy day

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Wishing for Sleep (a poem)

Wishing for Sleep
Written January 5th, 2012
How I wish I could sleep at night
But my waking dreams keep my eyes wide
And the stars shine so bright
Tires hiss on wet pavement
Passing like tumbling leaves, a phantom sigh
The music spins and twirls with the shadows
Singing with the lonely midnight train that calls goodbye

How I wish I could sleep at night
So worn out from a crowded day
That made my mind so dusty and numb
And changed my feet to sore old men
Yet energy still flows in my veins with a soft hum
I see snippets of the future on paths unchosen
Scattered across starry skies and stormy oceans

How I wish I could sleep at night
But my head is bursting with you
My ears full of a voice of warm velvet
A smile so wide and eyes so blue
I remember the heat of your touch today
And dream of the flames of tomorrow
A familiar wandering spirit fills my heart again

Wicked Lovely Circles (a poem)

Wicked Lovely Circles
Written December 31st, 2011
Here we are spinning
Spinning in circles, just a blur
Spin until we’re too dizzy
And fall away from one another
This nightmare merry-go-round
Stops for no one

Fate snickers at us
While we point gingers
At every person in the room
Except ourselves
This house no longer shelters
Infested with angry shadows and black holes