In light of recent events

Shakespeare said

“If music be the food of love, play on.”

Even though the music

has stopped for now,

don’t let love starve.


Dedicated to the people of Las Vegas.


Good Friday

“His whole appearance betokens of love: His head is bent to kiss you; His arms are extended to embrace you; His Heart is open to receive you. O superabundance of love, Jesus, the Son of God, dies upon the cross, that man may live and be delivered from everlasting death!”–St. Francis of Assisi.


Opposing pages

I drew us on opposing pages

so our lips would finally touch

and our hair would mingle together

though I never intended it as such.

Here in this sketchbook,

among portraits of people from my brain,

we are together but different

my then dearest wish made plain.

I knew your face so well

yet here’s where art and life sever.

I drew us on opposing pages so, even now,

I could look at you forever.

Hands, fires, and hearts

Hands couldn’t be kept to ourselves

together or apart, reaching out through keyboards

and twining through years,

always finding home

in one another’s warmth.

The fighting to journey back

back to our heartspace,

chambers joined and arteries unlocked

grew too much

after struggling for such a weary while.

Our hearts attacked

and now we are left with the wreckage.

You are partially paralyzed

and I am mute.

You once said to me

that you weren’t sure we would

survive our love.

I hadn’t known it then,

how the light-giving, nurturing fire

can turn into devastating, decimating blaze

with just a change of the wind.

Thank God I know now.

Different from what I expected.

Well, it’s been a strange few days. I had my first official job interview (which went really well). I got a migraine. We had a huge thunderstorm that blew the power out, both at work and at home. My family and I spent the night by candle light. I spent most of this afternoon writing a really emotional scene and then went out to dinner with my family. We came home to find the lights back on. But all that is not what I want to talk about today. Today I want to talk about dogs.

I’ve grown up with dogs. We got our first one, a collie/golden retriever mutt named Scout, when I was eight. Scoutie

He was such a sweetheart. There’s no other way to describe him. He was sweet and beautiful and silly and patient. He would let me tie jump ropes around his harness in an attempt to make him a sled dog. He would chase after the snowballs I threw at him during the winter. He would sit with me whenever I decided to do some writing outside. Whenever I’d fall down while playing when I was little, he would run over to make sure I was okay. We had to have him put down late last May. He was at least fifteen years old and his arthritis got so bad he couldn’t walk any more. I was with him until the very end. It was peaceful and quick, but it was still one of the hardest days of my life.

My family and I were really hesitant about getting another dog right away. Life without a dog when you’re used to having one around is difficult. It’s like enduring any other sort of loss; you’re used to having that person or animal around you and when they’re not there, it’s as if the universe has gone off-balance. Despite our reservations, my family came to a decision to get another dog about a month and a half after Scout died. It wasn’t easy, but we decided it’d be easier on that new dog to get used to me and my brother before we had to go back to school. So on July 9, 2015, we went to our local animal shelter. My mom had been stalking the shelter’s facebook page and we had three potential pets we wanted to look at. The first two had either been adopted or taken to foster homes, so we asked to see Pongo, our third choice.


Needless to say we brought him home. He’s still a puppy, though they told us he was three years old. Our first year with Pongo has been a year of learning, frustration, and fun.He’s incredibly vocal compared to Scout. He likes to bite and climb on everything from couches to people. He makes a great workout companion and is a big believer in resistance training (he sat on me when I was doing sit ups). He’ll want to cuddle one minute then chew on your arm the next. He’s a goofball. He’s nothing like Scout at all, but everyone’s irreplaceable, from the smallest of dogs to the tallest of people.

It’s been a great year with a new friend. I’m looking forward to seeing what the next years have in store.

On a brief administrative note, since I’ve been unable to blog for the past three days, the week of blogging challenge will continue until Monday. Have a great night, everyone!