Crown Of Thorns
I realized I was drunk on the blooms of summer.
Pat Pace
Alive, and dreaming in Washington State. Always looking for greatness.
Latest Posts
What I Mean When I Say “I Love You”
The Poetics Of Love
The shape of love is as amorphous as the curves of a cloud. The static stretchiness of honeycomb opening. Delicate flesh is a portal to another world.
The Nervous Anxiety Of Embracing A New Love
I show up at your concert. I’m embarrassed to be here. Because I’m only here to see you. Because I’m only vaguely invited. Because my intentions must be so transparent. I have a crush on you.
I Have About 279 Days To Live (And I Just Want You To Pretend I’m Not Dying)
I’m sorry and thank you. These are the only words that mean anything when you are dying. Once you tear it all away, get to the core of what your life meant, all that is left is gratitude and apologies.
A Poem For Hypersensitive People Who Lost Their Soulmates
Dear Future Lover, I Am Ready For You
Here I’m again thinking about a future lover. Who will I love? What color will your eyes be? How will you think? What will be the nature of your dreams? What will we laugh about?
