Hey

Hey,I wonder how you doingIt’s been five years and I haven’t heard from youand I’m wondering if you ever wonder about me too.That was a sudden goodbye, not even a goodbye reallyI called one day and you said that was thatand that I should never talk to youAt least for a long timeSometimes I hear…

Freaking Out

Do you remember when we were young And we were sitting on a park bench slurping on Otterpops? Or maybe we were crowded around a bonfire Or huddled up around the space heater in my parents’ living room I remember telling you I was scared to go to high school I was scared to go…

Wondering

I keep returning to this same moment of lounging in the summer heat when the shadows are long and the light is long When the air is so heavy I can feel the wind brush my face like a nymph’s pillow, cool against languishing skin Is it the comfort I feel? That I can relax…

Nostalgia, that Shackle

There’s so much outrage in the world today, that I Wonder where my own comes from There’s a kind of fear lurking there Wondering why I hate I’ve been thinking. Yes, Thinking I do that too much Thinking consumes me I’ve been thinking about what I love instead Of what I hate I think it…

Moments 2

During the lulls in business, I tend to look out at the parking lot because the registers are set up next to the windows. It’s usually foggy out or raining here in dreary Washington (that’s the state not DC), but in the summer, sometimes my eyes will catch on the Fatburger across the way. I…

An Open Letter to Sad Memories

Dear sad memories, Why do I cling to you? In moments long after you’ve come and gone, suddenly I feel hollow, and then I’m thinking about you. Today, it was bright and sunny. It was a humid day, but it wasn’t stifling. I was sitting under a tree, bathing in its green shadow. Then the…

The Nursery

This is the last of my prepared tracks for this album. Looks like I’m going too have to start working again… Anyway, “The Nursery” is the oldest out of the pieces I’ve put out for Lost in the World. In fact, I wrote it before every single track in TONE too. It was originally Nova’s…

Departures

I’m walking back to my house when suddenly the sun gets to me. It’s something in the air, the soft breeze or April’s warmth in February, but it makes me smile, makes me want to write about it. The skies are a clear blue, with clouds stretched thin and uneven over the horizon, and even…

Blueberries

The old woman sat near the entrance of her apartment looking at the tub of blueberries her daughter had left her. She pinched one and lifted it up to her failing eyes to inspect. It was a good color and firm, though lacking that fresh silver sheen and a little wet. Her daughter must have…

Premortem

Before, I had a friend whose mother was dying of cancer, and I, being a high schooler, didn’t know how to respond. I think I tried helping them. I asked if they wanted to talk or if they ever needed help to call me. I think I said those kinds of things a lot. In…