NaPoWriMo Day 5: Unwanted Proposals

Go On, Just Ask

“What if I…”
His hand, so much larger than mine—so much
Everything about him was more

A too-hot day, a jewelry stand
Beetle-bright threadbare velvet and
a nondescript ring
we cared about for different reasons

NaPoWriMo Day 4: Cobbling it Together

"Mummified Body of Former Playboy Playmate Yvette Vickers Found in Her Benedict Canyon Home"

Nobody knows exactly how old she was when she died
She lay for the better part of a year
cobwebs and yellowing letters
laptop glow permeating the empty space

We must invite loneliness
come in, we say
obligatorily gregarious
a vampire no cross can scare

We become an accelerating contradiction
broader, shallower
vast beyond imagination
Small enough
to fit in a palm
a pocket
a purse

Instant and absolute communication
preserved in amber
our words, no longer wind
freeze, crystalized on our tongues

"How often do you feel...?"
Fill in your own blanks
Still hungering for response
with a patience I don't possess

Loneliness is slippery

NaPoWriMo Day 3: Questionable Line Breaks

Small Town

it’s late nights, cold
right though your coats
rubber soles on pavement

pave a heartbeat
scrub a phone number from your arm
and sit on black swings
until you lose feeling
until you lose feeling in your—
ass is what you should think
of him
shouldn’t you?

NaPoWriMo Day 2: Thinking of Snow

From an Empty Office in Winter

The day slipping down to slow motion
a blanket statement of snow
barely a whisper under this winter sun

All light and no heat
A smile that doesn’t reach the eyes

NaPoWriMo Day 1: A Lune in the Mountains

Unlikely Stairs

Every day but one
was sunny
Guess which one I chose?

Fog or smog, is there
much difference
when the flowers bloom?

Time to take the Nah out of NaPoWriMo!

It's beginning to feel that every time I post I have to start with an apology for being gone so long. At this point, is there really a...point? Does anyone really expect me to stick to a schedule, when I've never proven myself able to do such a thing? This distracting sidetracking is why I never get anything written, no doubt.

It's been a weird few months. I'm in a rut, just auto-piloting between school and work and work and Korean class and school. I know something needs to change in my life, but until I'm absolutely sure what it is, I don't want to do anything big. Hell, I'm even keeping myself from cutting my hair or changing the color drastically, which is a big step for me.

The First Sunrise of 2016

Yangyang, Gangwon-do, South Korea —



It’s The Most Wonderful Time

South Korea —

Writer’s Block

Donut Miss Your Flight

8: 25 AM

2/14/15 – Incheon International Airport

“Excuse me! Sorry! Excuse me! Excuse me!” Trying to keep up with my sprinting legs, these words flew out of my mouth as I barreled through the bowels of the international departures terminal. My 40-liter backpack bounced awkwardly with each massive stride, despite the white knuckle grip I had on the straps to keep it as close to me as possible. Families and businessmen came into focus only long enough for me to gauge whether to weave right or left. Unwilling to rid my side of the cramp that had developed since passing the food court, I held my pace as I closed in on Terminal E – Gate 6, hoping like crazy that Terminal E – Gate 6 wouldn’t close on me

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