The "Second Draft"

I took a long break from writing my novel and after beginning the editing today, I really regret all of that lost time. The ending to the story just wasn't coming, which is pretty damn frustrating when it's been stewing in your mind for some time.

But after reading a couple of books over the weekend that somewhat disappointed me, I realized that I had the power to make something that wouldn't disappoint. Disappoint me that is.

And hopefully something that matters, not only to me, but to someone else.

Little Blaire Bear!

A photo of my cat, to brighten your day.

(More relevant, though that's not to say that Blaire is irrelevant, posts to come!)

Congrats to my twin sister No!

Turbulent

I grieve for who she was,
and cry for who she is.
I fear for who and what she becomes;
tangled, tangled, web
done and undone,
patchwork quilt
of year after year,
step after step
never, ever, good enough:
to light up the sky
with all her goodbyes,
to the girl, she once was.

Olive, the Kitten!

Arsenal

I’ll give you some matchsticks

along with some love letters,

(and tell myself,

I should know better.)

a knife

and a single rose.

Bullets to go along with a gun,

so shiny

and silver

I shiver

at the touch.

I’ll kiss that palm of your hand

Where you held it

as you held my face

Love in my eyes,

and trust in my kiss

for all the things you have

all the things you keep.

Never to use

nor ever lose.

Unexplored Territory

I went out for a run this afternoon, hopping to log about 6 miles. I have this out and back route to this wooden bridge on the river near my house that I usually go on. It's a pretty straightforward, but for some reason I got lost today and I don't know why.

On my way though, there were all of these butterflies along the river and the trail was littered with caterpillars.

So much that after 2.5 miles in on my run, I just stopped and decided to walk, not wanting to crush them by accident. Somehow, I took the wrong turn without realizing it. I thought I had stumbled upon a dry area, the word 'wasteland' coming to mind.

But I kept walking despite the rocks and weeds and came upon a peaceful place along the river that I had yet to see before.

And I wondered at that moment if this was somehow a metaphor for something I have yet to discover. 

I didn't go after the bridge today, instead I went all the way back home, the way I came. For the first time, a run didn't clear my mind. And for the first time, I got lost on a route I thought I knew so well.