I wrote this a while ago...just barely came across it again.

I guess I’m just being honest.

It’s something I’m ashamed of

At times

I blame the world

Both for my honesty and shame

When I say your voice is not enough

It’s because I want the wind that vibrates your vocal cords.

We used to share that.

Just before the moment you told me you loved me I was so lost in you

I had left all of your words as mere mumblings

Because they were external of you.

I was in awe.

I remember the way you looked as I was lying on your bed next to you.

I remember the way you moved your hands and mouth

You spoke with your soul. I loved that.

I love that.

Untitled

I am the Moon.
Yes-it's cliche,
Every person, poet, and author who has ever cared
To understand the night sky has become,
Undoubtedly, the moon,
But I really am,
I feel.

It seems sometimes I move as Her
I rose in the wrong part of the sky with Her
that night the neon signs disgusted me.
I sometimes stare full-faced at the earth
And despite the darkness I see- SHINE, SHINE,
and SHINE
Until exhausted, I step down for the Sun
To keep lit what I can't anymore.

I return again but turn
My face, afraid to focus fully
On the ground- at what I'll soon be leaving,
Letting down.

Instead, I keep the earth in my peripherals
And give light without hearing the darkness,
Until, once again, I step down
For The Son
To make light what I can't anymore.

Anti-Events

I want to celebrate things that don't matter
Like the spaces between words
And lips and teeth
And the path your foot follows in the air
Before it reconnects with the earth
Between steps

That's Pretty Neat

Check it out.

A Sneak Peek

This is part of something I've been working on for a while;

I'll admit I have a problem:
I pretend to have this down. To understand everything, but I don't. I understand very little. But I've felt a lot. I've felt God. I've felt the light touch my mind in moments of such clarity that it's literally almost mind blowing. 

Jeffrey McDaniel

I found this. I liked it.

The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe. 

Well, where'd you go?

I went to college! I'm here in Coeur d'Alene; a place I hope to make all mine one day.
Here are pictures of a few places I've made mine already here in Idaho:

 

This is Tubbs Hill. We spent the first week exploring and jumping off the rocks into Lake Coeur d'Alene.

 This is the pathway past the park near campus. I long boarded here when the weather was warmer. 

The boardwalk around the resort tower. 

This is a bit of downtown Coeur d'Alene in the winter. Such pretty lights.