Everyone has talent.

What’s rare is the courage to follow it to the dark places where it leads.
-Erica Jong

you don’t know my name

I carry you around like my favorite book—always in my heart, ever in the palm of my hand.
I had you memorized the moment i saw you, but you’ve never even read my name

(you don’t know my name).

And still, I carry you around.

Library Ladders & Dreams

“If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.” 
― Ray Bradbury 

You should date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

In Vienna

“And I’ll dance with you in Vienna,
I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.

The only thing worse than a woman…?

A woman with a pen.

What is worse than a woman?

Misplaced

The Man Who Stole My Words—Part II

I placed my hand
upon his heart
and felt
each word
slip back through
my touch.

Real Heart

“Any fool can be happy.
It takes a man with real heart to make beauty
out of the stuff that makes us weep.”

― Clive Barker, Days of Magic, Nights of War