The beets are burning. There’s a fire in my heart.

I’m stringing along a river of code…If/Else if/Else..If..If.. The infinite loop breaks my paddle forward until my wooden boat is circling above a sleeping trout. I hope he notices. The fish is stirred by my current of affection and wriggles out of his cave in lazy surrender. The rainbows fused into his scales puff upContinue reading “The beets are burning. There’s a fire in my heart.”

Wild Divine Woman

Happy International Women’s Day to anyone who needs to hear it. As a woman who buys button down shirts from the men’s section in thrift stores, who barely understands make-up and who has therefore only ever experienced a crumbling sense of self after applying an unconvincing layer of foundation over my freckles, I tend toContinue reading “Wild Divine Woman”

Blue for Katoomba (Pt. III)

The Risk / Throughout life, your path will lead you down roads peppered with hidden risks and rewards. And although you may choose the direction in which your road winds, are you truly ever capable of plotting out your best days ever? Sometimes, our happiest moments arise when we have surrendered complete control of plansContinue reading “Blue for Katoomba (Pt. III)”

Baby Plant

There are clouds and there are gloomy days. There are nights and there are night-crawlers. There are song birds and there are morning glows. Feet that shuffle and feet that slap heavily against hot pavement. Lives to be lived, lives to mourn, lives to adorn, and lives to forget. Yet, here I sit. I haveContinue reading “Baby Plant”

Just You Wait.

So, I googled the word “patience” today. It is a word that I enjoy tucking under the covers of my bed before sweetly cooing it dead-asleep. It is a word that I kindly refuse to accept second helpings of when an employer squashes my demands for more. It is a word that I conveniently disposeContinue reading “Just You Wait.”

Golden Fish

“Goldfish are actually some of the longest-lived fishes you can purchase. They are capable for living several decades under the right conditions, and the supposed record is 49 years of age.” -Arthur Masloski

Re-routing to Re-loving

I am in the process of re-loving myself. Yea, I’m not sure if it sounds all that catchy but I imagine the act as something similar to falling in love with your partner all over again after experiencing a slump for 10 out of 20 years of marriage. In my case, I’ve witnessed 27 years with this body of mine and yet, ¬†I still treat myself like some odd-ball foreign substance.

Moving On

What do I know about moving on? Very little and quite a lot. I am still very much a woman who romanticizes¬†the sweet smiles and tender kisses of past lovers. At 25 years old, I am barely capable of donating clothes bought for myself 10 years ago to the thrift store (I mean, c’mon, theyContinue reading “Moving On”