I went west where my heart was and now it doesn’t know what to long for anymore.

At twenty-two, I married. At thirty-two, I divorced. In the interim, I lived. I still live now, and I lived before, I think.

I waver between making beautiful sentences and making beautiful stories, though they’re really meant for one another. Hoping I can make that marriage happen by forty-two.


In the beginning
Monument Valley
Fearful Symmetry


~ denver, colorado



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