PJ of the mind

There is a part of me who wants it all, and she’s in constant opposition with the other part of me who already has it all. “I want a private jet to take me somewhere incredible,” the stubborn self demands. “We already have that,” the soulful self assures, though quietly, for there’s never been a

21st century human: a poem

Can you watch a sunset without taking a photo? Can you sit in the sand without checking your phone? Could you go on a trip without telling anyone? Could you remember what happened just by being there? Can you feel connected to others through presence alone?

Swiss Scribbles

Waiting for the electric sunrise, the flow of lights streaming in synchronicity as the streetlights come on; that one in the kitchen above the sink, the other beside the bed across town, another weaving through plants in the sun room, and the twinkly ones strewn over the fence on Chrum street; reflections of people living

Venice Vibes

To be among the boats like cars in the street, only bobbing. What it must be like for this to be your world, where garages float and taxi stands lie adjacent the water that dolphins pass through.  Here I was given just a taste, as much as was left of the coffee in my cup,

Chesham Chatters

The tiny trail, though surely much longer than I thought it would be, nestled in a cozy town. Snoring softly in winter and brought to life by the yellow in the sun. The way of things. How lovely it is to go on a walk, alone with your thoughts and the flowers, passing through trees

January (Pt. 1) Jitters

“Set your goals high enough to inspire you and low enough to encourage you.” The usefulness of bringing your New Years resolutions back into reality. Not the goals themselves (go big or go home), but the timeframes you allot. With the beginning of the New Year brings the long-anticipated feeling of a fresh start. And

Merrily Mary

A queue to big when considering the space, people line up nonetheless. Zigzagging over cobble stone, in a quaint little market, in view of a not-so quaint, magnificent castle. Coming from around the world to taste a bit of the thing that all from here say you must. For is it really a trip to

Doggy Doodles

A teeny town, just over the railroad tracks. It’s his home. If he ever got lost, I’d know right where to find him. Here. A favorite place for salty paws. Every time we go out, the leash always tugs in the same direction. And I feel guilty because I know I should take him more

Scotland Scribbles

The little train takes us far away for the day. Just a ways down the track one can find the water. A sweet escape from the runnings of regular things. I can taste the ocean, while winds roughen rosy cheeks and slip through shoulders shuddering in the cold. But still it is beautiful. Tiny racks

Peppermint Palms

The sky melts into the sun, swirling into itself as peppermint touches the tongue. Tropical trees bend to touch sun before liquid colors blend into the chill. It’s been my home for seven years. Not born, but one I chose for myself because I felt something. Here. Beneath the tree’s shadows, striping over green like