Year: 2015

My Winter Reading List

  Making a list and checking it twice this winter. I finally have enough time in my days to read for leisure and I plan to lap it up. I’m very lucky to live in a city that has so many great local bookshops. Yesterday I biked on over to BookPeople and picked up a few of their staff favorites (and some that just sounded too appealing to pass up.) 1.  The Box Wine Sailors For the romantic… “The Box Wine Sailors is not about adjusting sails to match the wind. It is about adjusting lives to match a dream. Wisely or foolishly–you get to decide–Amy and her partner seek adventure, freedom, and togetherness aboard a small sailboat on a big ocean. What makes this tale unique is that its narrator is twenty something. “The Box Wine Sailors is not about adjusting sails to match the wind. It is about adjusting lives to match a dream. Wisely or foolishly–you get to decide–Amy and her partner seek adventure, freedom, and togetherness aboard a small sailboat on a …

Once Upon a Time in Belize

A few photos from my trip to Belize a couple years back. My first encounter with a digital camera. I tried to capture the color that radiates through this beautiful country. I’m digging around my computer, backing up files, and I thought I’d share these as the guy & I plan our next trip… to Peru. This time next year, if things go well, we’ll be standing atop Machu Picchu, breathing in the Incan air… So needless to say, I’m pinching my pennies. I haven’t been keeping up with this blog as much as I’d like to. I’ve been a little busy…. I have a new job and I’ve been taking up odd projects as of late. I’ve also been bumping the idea of moving around in my head a lot these days… We’ve been in Austin for two years now, so maybe it’s just that time that I start itching to move. For now I will just breathe in and reminisce about the waves plowing in and out of the shore and the dozen falling stars that …

Sleepless Burdens

Homeless man shaking a cup Can you imagine he was someone’s dream once? We’ve made a wasteland and call it peace, We’re malnutrition, but yet we feast, Keep on ice the bodies of the unclaimed deceased And remains in hushed increase By you and I, So they stack them four tombs high. Unidentified. Budget cuts. Children left to die. And they were someone’s dream once. We cut corners and call it tact We leach media and call it fact- Concrete and don’t turn back. And that homeless man shaking his cup, You’ve just learned not to look at. And those badlands are blinked as the beacon of “freedom.” & So people don’t dream anymore. They look and see cash on the shirts on their backs Sloth made simple And you slip through the crack Like a penny stepped on my single-soled Pride & the secrets they keep of those who’ve Suffered and sighed. But go buy a new dress because you’re slight of hand Of the Maker’s of a collapsing land threaded Together that tapestry …

A Content Disconnect

Cling to the long Branch of the world. Stars sway the tree Whose roots Tighten on an atom. ~Ted Hughes   We could live in such a way, cash in our chips and head for the hills….but modern living gets in the way more than we’d like to admit, maybe even more than we know. I’ve recently quit social media to focus on other, more meaningful things. I was never a huge fan of Facebook, or Twitter, & etc… mostly because I never really knew what to say on those things…. But I admit, I liked Instagram. If you haven’t already noticed, I’m sort of a sucker for pretty pictures, and that gave me a particularly nice social outlet (if you can even call it that.) I’m relatively reclusive and sometimes it’s just nice to show the world/whoever happens to be looking, some creative piece of yourself, so I enjoyed social media for that reason… However, lately, as the days go by, it just seemed increasingly worthless. I got tired of checking my phone, I got tired of …

Can’t Get Started…

I’ve been in a slump. Getting up before the sun would even think to rise. Brush my teeth. Go to work. I’m going through the motions, but I’m not getting anything done.  Maybe it’s because I’m afraid, or just ambivalent. I need to start writing it all down, but the words won’t come. I’m typing this now in hopes it will act as some sort of remedy. I’m uninspired precisely at the time it hurts me to be.  I’ll feel my hand gripping around the pen, ink will spill out, but the paper inevitably crumbles, again, into the discard bin.  I’m the type who stresses easy, whose hair is turning grey as my fingers run against the keyboard. Do you ever feel like an imposter in your own life? Like you’re faking yourself out? I look at the steps that I have taken and I can’t remember whose shoes I was wearing when I made them. I look at this reflection of a person, but she doesn’t look back. It’s hard to motivate myself to …

A Vague Transgression

Our last night The split in the blinds cast slitted shadows on your skin The moon leaks a pale blue into the Filtered air and kicks up into our lungs  Cat in the sink sleeps away this August heat It’s four a.m  Phone sounds the waking bell You kick the sheets that tie around your knees and go to brush your teeth I pinch the creases of my eyes to keep from crying  Tears seep inevitably between my fingers  Walk downstairs  Wait for the coffee to steep  ….wait a little longer than it usually takes, Trying to grasp the precious moments you’re  Still with me, wishing maybe You’d stay for breakfast Or an extra day, or week But you don’t falter on those plans you made We walk in somber silence into the humid morning, Dragging our feet across the pavement to your car Grab the handle, kiss and wave goodbye Your lights fade across the blacktop lot I march back with folded arms into our empty flat Crawl up the stairs, flick off the lights …