Home (a love letter)

Home. You think home is the view of water and the three steps down, and those plans to be approved by council. It’s the fence of white little spears and the manicured lawn that doesn’t stain your knees, and you’ll pass it all on one day, this version of home, the same way you inheritedContinue reading “Home (a love letter)”

It’s not the flags she has planted

If he is honest there has been a relief in letting her go. It is surprising in fact just how quickly he has gotten over her. Her absence has not been felt as a loss so much as a return to an equilibrium he missed desperately when she was around. All of that veering leftContinue reading “It’s not the flags she has planted”

Fight or Flight (I want to run to you)

I started running when we met. In the heart of winter I started to run, when the sun hung out with the moon, and the black gave way to blue reluctantly. I started running when you blazed in to my life and altered my direction, and in those early mornings as my feet marked timeContinue reading “Fight or Flight (I want to run to you)”

I do not miss you more

I do not miss you more on Valentine’s Day. In the profusion of reds and intact hearts you are no more absent than you ever were. (I do not miss you in the language of calendars and clocks – in the birthdays and the Christmas mornings and the ten-nine-eights of New Years Eve) I missContinue reading “I do not miss you more”