Sunday, August 06, 2017


grief is a house
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold us
the mirrors how to reflect us
the walls how to contain us

grief is a house that disappears
each time someone knocks at the door
or rings the bell
a house that blows into the air
at the slightest gust
that buries itself deep in the ground
while everyone is sleeping

grief is a house where no one can protect you
where the younger sister
will grow older than the older one
where the doors
no longer let you in
or out

Jandy Nelson, The Sky is Everywhere

Wednesday, May 31, 2017


she asked
'you are in love
what does love look like'
to which i replied
'like everything i've ever lost
come back to me.'

Nayyirah Waheed

Thursday, May 11, 2017


Those days were spent in quest– the quest to settle your own life, and now the search has ended. Your imagined happiness is yours. Therefore, you lose your old bearings. On the one side is your happiness and on the other is your past– the self you were used to, going through life alone, heir to your own experience.

Once you commit yourself, everything changes and the rest of your life seems to you like a dark forest on the property you have recently acquired. It is yours, but still you are afraid to enter it, wondering what you might find: a little chapel, a stand of birches, wolves, snakes, the worst you can imagine, or the best.

You take one timid step forward, but then you realize you are not alone.
You take someone’s hand….and strain through the darkness to see ahead.

The Lone Pilgrim, Laurie Colwin 

Saturday, April 22, 2017