Dear Man with 5 Typewriters, I sat down today and wrote a friend my story. I hadn’t thought about it before, but, in order to write something down, you have to think about it first. While writing my story I thought about my story at the same time. How to explain and share what deeplyContinue reading “Dear Man with 5 Typewriters,”
I thought of you today. As the sky turned inky black and silhouettes of trees began to appear. It made me remember your gaze and the way it brings that same still moment. Gazing at the trees in the dark is like holding someone’s hand. It makes me feel peaceful. Why does my heart palpitateContinue reading “Dear Man with 5 Typewriters, June 6, 2017”
Dear Man with 5 Typewriters, I found myself wondering today what you look forward to after a long day of everyone in your face, and I decided, that if it were me, I’d just want someone to hear my voice. Someone to listen to me and not ask for anything from me. Someone to makeContinue reading “Dear Man with 5 Typewriters, May 24, 2017”
Dear Man with 5 Typewriters, I have learned that with each success comes a moment of concern. A challenge to your soul, to make you humble perhaps, and sometimes in a bid to crack you open, they misunderstand, on purpose, just to appear wiser and more in control. It’s annoying because your first dream isContinue reading “Dear Man with 5 Typewriters, : May 18th, 2017”
I heard today was a rough one. This one’s for you:
1) You mentioned that one of your “I wish I could have” roles includes Han Solo. Total Woot!! If you add Indiana Jones on there too I am totally onboard awesome city. (That means I approve your selection) Side note: The Song “Ridin Solo” by Jason Derulo made my sister laugh at me for atContinue reading “Dear Man with 5 typewriters”
1) Is it weird that I knew which guy you were out of the four, in the clip, just by the way you sit a motorcycle? Cause, I’m admitting nothing. 2) Mildly amused to realize you are the type to go get ice cream at 2 am. (This is oddly how I know you areContinue reading “Dear Man with 5 Typewriters,”
I would choose the most circuitous route to your heart. Not just for the journey, but for the extended exposure to your radiant smile. My awareness lacks omnipresence. I meander forth with a fretted edge of hopeless certainty and untethered ambiguity. There is no absence of thought, there is only immersive connectivity that leads everContinue reading “It’s complicated”
These parts don’t fuse together They never did. Just a suit that suits me and a past I hid. An impossible task completed. My past deeds deleted. I’m not your weapon Not your tool to use. With the first shot you lit my fuse. I am John. Many faces One truth. I am Wick. OneContinue reading “Let’s Get Wicked”
Dear Paul Squires, You still exist No matter what door opens. Your odd is even (balanced out by something undisclosed) your voice an echo that the ocean tosses playfully, liking a good giggle. Not forgotten, no. Never that. Strong string ties things together. Your string is strong, and your knots divine.
Dear Man with 5 typewriters, #1 I don’t like pineapple on my pizza. Pineapple is one of my favorite fruits, but on pizza it sucks up the ham flavor and makes the pineapple taste like ham fruit. Yuck. Pineapple is best straight off the knife. Chilled and hopefully accompanied by a side of whipped creamContinue reading “Dear Man with 5 typewriters”
Because it’s him. The real him. Right there. Himself. This makes me happy. Proper photo credit: Men’s Fitness Magazine. February 2017 Edition.
Seriously the funniest show ever. I think I broke my liver. pu·den·dum pyo͞oˈdendəm/ noun a person’s external genitals, especially a woman’s. Keanu’s expression when Whoopi explained about the Pudendum was just classic. I was fine until she explained and added “There’s more to it but you have to come” which had an unintended double meaningContinue reading “Graham Norton Show”
Wishing on the stars in your eyes. Burning my feet but oddly calm. Wasting another moment dreaming of another moment dreaming. Circling your forehead like a demented fairy in love with the twitch of your eyebrow. As you regard me, amused. It’s tiring this constant trying and I know that eventually I will need toContinue reading “Wishing on you”
except when he does. Funniest moment of all of them though, was his reaction to the heavy metal question. Seriously goofy. Loved it.
Subsistence on cleverness. The stories in your eyes. The wisdom in your silent brow. The echo that never dies. The wicked of your piercing thought that twists your endless pause. Your heart obeys the turbulent word never concerning itself with laws. To stand here like a photograph Clicking paragraphs into place. My mind forgets theContinue reading “Novel”
Still startled by your gaze which echoes and sings, speaks of contemplative things. Makes arguments and intrigues. Clears out cobwebs and clutter. Finds secrets and sensitivities. Awakens dreams and misguided ambitions. A gaze that’s worth getting. Like a sudden gust of wind you blow my silence away with one gaze into the depths of youContinue reading “Point of light”
That expression. It saves my sanity. Though, the snapshot is quite candid. It saves me. Reminds me of things worth shining for. Causes a soft smile. 1 million photographs but only 1 you. 1 million expressions all of them a gift. but…that expression that particular one unrehearsed and quietly human. That one, I shall keep.Continue reading “Pianissimo”
These are your presents: A Poem and a drawing of you as a puppy (note the extremely accurate expression)
Graceful support from one space, into another. A gentle surge from direction to destiny. A sacred flow, that gathers the eye, and guides the soul into places loftier, and more profound.