TO LACK COLOUR

”Run. Run until the pain in your legs compensates for the pain in your heart. And then keep running. Run from the shadow that trails you; Opaque and fat with memories, it does nothing but slow you down. Run away until it’s as narrow as a bone. Maybe...

Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.

- Ernest Hemingway, A Way You’ll Never Be.

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“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.”
— John Burroughs

I still talk to you in my sleep,
I don’t say much ‘cause the hurt runs too deep.
I gave you the moon and the stars to keep,
but you gave them back to me.
and I still lay on my side of the bed,
I dance alone when the last bottle’s spent
memories like...

Wee devils, cats.

My friend Rae Delbianco recently published her debut novel, Rough Animals, and it’s incredible. I posted a review of it ages ago on my bookstagram account, but I realized I never shared it over here! My review:
“There is an unmarked line in Utah,...

My adorable parents and my mom’s horse, Matisse. :)

Even soggy round pen circles are fun with this guy. :)
photocredit: @ashleydiscovers

July 4th, 2018.
I sat next to my mother on the rooftop and watched the explosions live briefly in the sky. We sat, on damp bricks that smelled of a rain just missed, until the lights stopped leaping skyward and the night stayed ink-black and quiet...