Hey friends, it's been a bit. And while I was gone, can I just say how touched I've been by your emails and comments about my whereabouts. Seriously- each time I got a new email I couldn't help but audibly go aww. I've always considered you friends, and it's some kind of feeling knowing you feel the same way.
So explanations are owed, ey? At first I just wanted a few days to focus on my writing, so I closed the laptop and took out the notebook and concentrated on getting some thoughts down. Then next thing I knew I had over a hundred pages filled and a new project I just had to get out of me before I touched anything else. With the new year came a new impatience to actually make this writer title stick, and every time I put the pen down I grew nervous. In the best possible way.
And what a project. I'm excited to share that I've written an ebook of close to a hundred poems, and it's going to be published towards the end of February! I'm in cahoots with the talented Logan Ledford right now about illustrating my cover, and once that's all wrapped up I'll be making my way towards the online bookstores.
To say I'm pumped is a gross understatement :)
I've shared my poems time to time here on the blog, so it's some kind of feeling seeing all of them living in one space. You've always been so kind when reading my work, so I hope you enjoy reading my first book as much as I did writing it.
Not wanting to give you news and no proof of it, below I'm sharing one of my most favorite poems. Happy Tuesday friends, and I'm happy to say I'm back!
There We'll Wait
You know what I love? The spaces between I love you. The tap of your fork against the plate and how my cup of wine clicks against our table. The scratchy voice coming from the radio in the other room. The quiet sound of your hand reaching across the table and whispering over mine. How your voice sounds like your mouth on the back of my neck. The soft murmur of our easy conversation.
Between these quiet Tuesday night routines, following every comma and right after every pause for breath, is I, love, and you. In the middle of every I love you is a sink full of dishes, whisper of socked feet tangled in white sheets, and gentle kisses against curved cheeks. We lyric ourselves into the laundry that needs to be finished, into the ends of every smile that follows me repeating your name. We write ourselves into the grocery bags we need to carry, the cracks running up our rented walls, the sides of the bed we choose to drag up the sails of heavy eyed dreams.
Like the spaces between our fingers, in the spaces between I, love, and you, we wait.
The in-betweens have always been my favorite.
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