That arid place — I was born for that arid place that, at the drop of a petal, we all return to. I know where to lengthen my stride to step over my shed-skin husks and when to shade myself against the sun beating out a path of tipsy light and refracted love casting a mirage of all those places I took a torch to. But I never claimed to be a source of water, or a trail marker. Such are the dangers of a valley plagued by ghost-blazers where life exists only when it refuses not to.

And The Quote No One Has Ever Heard Of — Doubt is the best armor against the unimaginative. Senior year of high school was the most exciting time in my life. For me, prom photos and dorm room shopping were secondary attractions. My main source of excitement was the snail mail arriving on my doorstep, almost every day. It didn’t…

I Went To Hot Yoga. It Was Terrible. — Moving made drops of sweat manifest along my skin. I was prepared to take a few Vinyasas and binds. I had no way of knowing just how hot a hot yoga studio could really be. There was going to be a moment in class where the heat would get to…

Maybe even harder. — Keep both toes pointed in front of your mat and sink your heels toward the floor. Simple, right? Downward dog is as hard as it has ever been. Maybe even harder. I drink water and stretch on days I don’t go to the gym. …

To make myself feel better. — I have something I can’t say to anyone. I write it down for everyone. I make a time capsule out of it, make it me. If I’m seeing people, I’m not writing. If I’m writing, I’m not seeing people. I turn my phone off. It makes me feel better. I’m a terrible person, so I bury it in the yard and dig it up before it is covered in weeds. I turn my phone off. It’s what I’ve always been saying. I was lost before I left.

And I’m mad about it. — Wordle is the reason I wake up in the morning. I like words, Wordle is a word game, so it would seem like a match made in heaven. I held out on Wordle. Everyone and their mother was talking about it, and I didn’t feel like hopping on the bandwagon…

Life is relentless — “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater, you realize that you’ve been missing the whole point of the ocean. Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring…

Thoughts from my notebook — If you had to put your finger on it — like looking up a word in a dictionary — I would say writing is a multitude of disciplines. Like any craft, it is an art and there is a science to it as well. You can elevate your writing, but you will never truly master it. Anyone can write, and many people do. But the people who love it the most almost always hate it the most too.

Crystallize resonance to trace someone who tilts to your balance as much as someone like me. Someone else to modulate from a major to minor key — their touch tuned to your resonant frequency. The Power of Poetry how to submit?medium.com