The puppy didn’t like the water falling from the sky. It had been fun for a minute or two to snap at the drops as they fell, but it had rapidly stopped being fun as the drops had come faster and faster until you could hardly tell one from another. He whined and snapped at the air, but no matter how many times he shook his fur clear of water he was wet again immediately. Perhaps he never stopped be...

She thinks in binary

Light years beyond me

Her thoughts fly

Mind going like an oiled machine

She leaves behind her

The detritus of genius

Bits of worn out material

Books and pencils and paper

Supplies and snack wrappers

Used and discarded

Her thoughts are beyond them

It’s messy, they might say,

But so is her mind

Thoughts crisscrossing like traffic

Careening like a rollercoaster

Who knows where th...

Life does not begin with birth nor end in death

But stretches, if remembered, beyond all death

Love shines, a gemstone in the settings of our heart

The one thing that lasts indefinitely, even after death

Every time we close our eyes, do we leave this plane?

And when we sleep, is it a departure, a tiny death?

Do not remember me for my attributes, not my beauty,

But for my actions, the legacy I l...

The sky is electric

And I am not sure

If I want to find somewhere to huddle

Or to stare wide eyed at the clouds

The way the lightning tears

Blue streaks in the cosmos

I count the seconds

Until thunder rattles the air

Vibrating through my bones

And suddenly it is raining

Softly at first and then sheets

Of water plaster my hair to my face

Drag my garment against my body

I am not cold

I feel more a...

It’s just you and I and moonlight

Filtering through the lens of clouds

Not where I thought I would be tonight

Under the starless sky, the silence loud

With promises, electricity crackling

Between your skin and mine as it flares

Between the ground and sky, lightning

Brilliant in the dark, illuminating our stares

The intensity of our gaze, our need

Palpable as the first fat drops of rain fall

And we...

Moonlight and memories

Tales of quieter times

When the street lamps didn’t burn

Their imprints onto the sky

Obscuring the stars

We huddle beneath the endless expanse

Indigo blackness lit by the halo of cities

Above us, pinpricks of brilliant white

Flashing red moving slowly

Marking the trail of passengers

Navigating the great dome of sky

We recall our ancestors

Who set their sails by the stars

Tol...

There was a place left after he was gone

An empty space in my lap

No whiskery nose at the table nudging for my ice cream

No warm body wrapping itself around my legs

As I trailed through the house

No white fur clinging to my clothes

Like glitter, indelible

Until it wasn’t

There was a quiet without mewls and purrs

And the strange clicking sound reserved for prey

There was a time where the cat-shaped...

“Shit.” I said. I rubbed my head before I realized it didn’t actually hurt, which I might have expected it to do after that fall. I looked down to check my legs and it didn’t take me very long to realize that I was NOT on a ski slope in Aspen, not by a long shot. I still wore my bright red ski pants, though there didn’t seem to be much need for them. Not that it was hot, really, but it wasn’t cold...

The world is ice

Gray and blue and white

It surrounds me with its purity

Its quiet danger

Somewhere below me water flows

Carving caves into the glacier

Inexorable, steady

I dig my crampon into the ice

I pause, prying out one axe

Only to bury it deeply again

My arms have tired of the motion

Swing and pull and swing

I try not to look below me

Into the treacherous depths

But above is not better

The f...

She is nothing.

You would only look twice because of the

Sheer incongruity

The brokenness

When you expect your world to be

Rose colored

She is smudged, old

Where you expect shiny newness

Crisp packaged novelty

But what if I told you

Once she was something

Roughly loved, held, dragged

Through the dirt

By lovingly crafted porcelain arms

Not molded but crafted

Hand-painted

Clothing stitched with care...