Awaken

I awaken to the sound of the old city hall bell ringing across the street. "I can feel it on my tongue-- brick and mortar, as thick as scripture,  drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers." My bed is warmed by sunlight and the cat at my feet, purring loudly.... Continue Reading →

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Consciousness Streams: A New Home

I moved into my own apartment yesterday. After hours of putting together beds and side tables, moving couches and desks and chests, after hours of unpacking dishes and books and clothes, I am moved in. My bedroom sports a twin-sized bed with a fluffy, gray comforter and has since become my cat, Skully's, favorite place... Continue Reading →

Music as Memory

Music, to me, is life. It's the color blue, it's an atmospheric setting, a time-passer, a soul-wrencher. It's for falling asleep, for long nights, for writing. There is music for every mood, thus, I have forty-six playlists on my Spotify--and I'm constantly adding more. Every few days, I get a new idea for a new... Continue Reading →

Consciousness Streams: Morning Musings

Fog hung low over Virginia, swathing the sleepy Sunday in a soft chill heralding autumn's swift arrival. I sat in Starbucks with a pumpkin spice latte and the knowledge that soon crisp leaves, sweaters, hot coffee warming my hands, soft oranges and reds and browns, and cool winds would be upon me. Then, Halloween, Thanksgiving,... Continue Reading →

Book Haul: August 2018

Ah, August. You were not good to me in terms of reading. I only got two books read this month, and I changed my reading challenge from fifty to sixty, so now I am only one book ahead. Still, I have a good feeling about September, and my good feelings for reading months tend to... Continue Reading →

Consciousness Streams: Seasonal Shift

I can feel autumn coming. It's just a subtle shift, really. A slight dip in the temperature at night, enough to warrant an oversized hoodie when walking the streets; golden leaves peaking out from behind thick green; a chill in the wind that was not there during high summer, just enough to cool one off... Continue Reading →

Aftermath

Rains crested the mountain all day, torrential downpours washing away pollen and dust until I felt damp all the way down to my soul. The weather cleared up sometime around mid-afternoon as I approached my mailbox to sunlight lancing through the summer-heavy foliage above. In the sun's rays, the mist leftover by the precipitation rose... Continue Reading →

Change

Rain was recent. Steam rises from the asphalt in its aftermath, coaxed out by the summer sun. I can feel the heat through the soles of my shoes as I step out of my car and walk into work. Summer has passed me by. August is nearly to its half-way point, and I have worked... Continue Reading →

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