love in fog city

Such a solitary thing that we take for granted, The light that reflects in a person’s eyes when they stand on a balcony facing the sun, sand and say, “I love you.” The thousands of footsteps that follow trudging through

thoughts on bodies

Our bodies are built like cities, wrinkles become alleyways that hide the darkest secrets, an intricate transit system of nerves racing impulse, pain, stimulation from crown to fingertip. Inhale and lungs expand, widening until they press against the ladder-like ribcage,

someone sing to make the hum of thoughts disappear

Most of the time I love the quiet… Days like today, when sadness is on the edge of every breath, every sigh make me want to open my mouth and sing until the room is heavy with sound so that