adrenaline rush

awake these two nights, washed over with adrenaline. the bad kind that comes at the wrong time. lurking, an enemy brandishing itself, harmful. this energy, so important to survival, fight my body is saying. only it’s got it all wrong, just as I lay down.  just as I surrender. dopamine and endorphins, in the middle…

{a house comes tumbling down}

Strange how life works, I didn’t sleep – and because of it I am in a bleak, dark place.  I’ve had two nights in the last few weeks where I quite literally lay awake all night long – not awake enough to do anything productive, but not resting deeply either. The result is I’m sick…

The Act of Sleeping (a poem)

the days of late have been quite enough for my heart, mind and soul to keep up … and so… I was drifting off to sleep, taking an illicit nap in the middle of the day, when it hit me. I have always loved the act of sleeping.  It is a thread that holds my…