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Bits and pieces

There are parts of me that are broken That will never be fixed Pieces of me which have been shattered

Modern Love: Happy Endings

We do not get our happy endings…

Hellogoodbye 2014/2015

Last year, I was in a crazy, desperate, terrible and terrifying place. And it was wonderful, in retrospect, for my perfect world to be pushed askew; for all of my foundations to be shaken, my closely held truths to be put to the test, my faith to be fashioned into a punching bag for Reality. … Continue reading


This is the thing she could not do for me: be unafraid. We could talk about the weather.

Slipping palms

She gives me sweaty palms. I met her, randomly, at a party

Decision point

What do you do in the moment that you know that everything that happened before means nothing anymore and all you have is what comes next?


Three days ago, I made a supplication for an ending, for a final decision in this situation that I’ve been entangled in since just about a year ago. I didn’t know who was listening, but– It worked.

A supplication

It is a curious conundrum that has been presented to me by the amorphous and impersonal “Universe”. Or, perhaps by God. Or, perhaps by the Devil — temptation tends to be his tool of choice, false hope his everlasting hallmark.


Sometimes you hear a song that reminds you that we are permanently on the cusp of something greater, that the very next moment of our lives could contain multitudes… That anything is possible. In those moments, I feel like the world is full of every opportunity — I feel brave and alive and greater than. … Continue reading

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

June 2018
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