Everything after birth

Bends life

Like light refracting off road maps

Blinding us

Between moon phases

Sun rises and settings

In dry, desperate, dragon-clouded deserts

Deaths, divorces, transplants, pandemics and whatever it means

To recover from existential separation

The Source

From which we can never be

Truly divided

Shame, shadow, blame, guilt

Holy redemption

Broken tops

Monkey Faces

Jacked digits

Frigid volcanic rock pools

Missing a home that never existed

The gifts of imperfection

Sociopathic confessions on doorsteps

Echoing in empty chambers of this contraption

Called in a faveaur

For a heart

That only ever wanted compassion

Safety

Peace

For peace sake!

This tender thing called

Resting in

The arms from which we’ve all come

Screaming behind a shuddered window

To dismantle each other

In the name of

Love~

Hello from here pumpkin muffins. Needless to say, it’s been a ride. The book will be coming soon. The voices for the sequel have already started and somewhere in between I’m moving again, all the while missing pieces of Bend like crazy; a beautiful haunted house. It’s the strangest thing to love a place so fiercely that you felt so equally compelled to leave. Beginning again in this new place is like making the first stitch in a hundred acre quilt. Part of you knows it will be amazing once it’s done. It’s just a matter of falling in love with every precious fragment of the process. And now, it’s way past my bedtime. Sweet dreams xo