Why do we humans always end up feeling Alone? Except for the fortunate ones who truly find Mates For my entire life I’ve been attempting to embrace this Aloneness Yet break free of it Now I’ve hit a brick wall Living in the unhappy home with the unhappy Man, often unhappy It’s difficult to…

Not sad or mad or glad in that middle space that nothingness space, so proceed as usual, drinking & smoking pot Further and further away the sun is about to set behind me the heat index is still above 100 degrees the mosquitos will eat me alive But I’m not yet ready to turn on…

I had been sitting outside on our back patio, one of the torches lit, drinking a mojito when I thought to myself; one week ago I was sitting at the pool bar, beside the beach, underneath a palm roof, drinking a mojito (plus a tequila shot!) in Mexico. Though I did enjoy the spacious room…

We arrived in Cancun in the pouring rain, maneuvering through the crowd of airport arrivals, in search of the shuttle that would take us to the rental car office. I was still slightly nauseous from the bumpy ride and a bit overwhelmed with the chaotic scene. Somehow we managed to find the right spot and…

It is hard to know where to begin do I start with my soon to be ex-husband playing guitar softly by the fire? or my house surrounded by cedars blackberry vines reaching for the sky? do I start with the man I’m still in love with his dark dancing eyes pulling me even as I…

I miss getting letters from my friends those rambling stories daily accounts made just for me   I miss her goofiness her stare of concentration even that stubborn inability to listen to a word I am saying I hope these traits have not gone away   I miss him even though he is down the…

“Do you think it is possible that a person might pop and burst into flames Daniella?” Daniella smiles because she knows she has always felt this sensation moving on her fingertips. “Ahh, si si, I love the sound of that popping and bursting; i imagine it is more like the sound of an ocean wave…

  she was approaching another 40 something birthday, yet on certain days when she walked down the street with that air of confidence and ease she could feel the eyes of many a man upon her. was it that sense of ease combined with 30 percent nonchalance, 30 percent discontent and 40 percent just being,…

You would have waited for months, or even years my love, keeping your heart from the truth. But it was I who left and I who had to return, had to make things right. I had to show you that the person I truly am was the person who had returned. You could not have…

Why must the boys always frighten the pigeons away?   Why must the smiling tourists always request a photo overlooking the Sound, a pulse away from the Native men, homeless by the water’s edge? I am thrown back through the years, a lifetime spent in two weeks with the carver, reducing me to cedar shavings…