I Want A Silly Love

Watch me weave in the things you love as I so eagerly commit them to memory, one by one.

April Is The ‘Cruellest’ Month

Looking at one of the many calendars I keep (it’s March 31st as I type this) and realizing that tomorrow will be the first day of April, I took down my copy of The Waste Land, which I purchased so I could feel smart and cultured, off of its shelf, and began to read.

When The Timing Is All Wrong

I don’t believe in fate or destiny or some kind of magical “right” timing, but I do think sometimes things come together and make sense.

A Concise List Of Ways I Want To Be Loved

I want to be loved in a tenderly – by lips that part not in order to speak but to take my own between them and tell me the secret, heartfelt things for which there are no words.