
Everywhere, Everywhen
Wherever existence wanders, my heart shall find you.
For My Blazing Spirit
I am fiercely honored to be your husband—chosen by a force this wild and magnificent.

To My Blazing SpiritÂ
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My love, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, if only for a moment. I wish you could understand the quiet astonishment of loving you, of knowing you as intimately as I do, and still finding something new to adore.
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There are pieces of you that you overlook, moments you've forgotten, and a thousand beautiful, ridiculous little things you may never realize I've noticed.
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But I have, my love. God, how I have.
And so I've gathered them here.
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Memories, observations, confessions, and all the extraordinary little wonders that make you so wonderfully, imperfectly human.
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Not a testament to perfection, but to something infinitely more sacred.
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You.
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And because you are forever becoming, these pages shall remain forever unfinished.
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Everywhere. Everywhen.

The Collections
Six volumes. A thousand little wonders. One extraordinary woman.

Freshly Penned
Time keeps taking its little pieces of us, so I keep leaving pieces of my heart behind in ink.
VOLUME V · The little things
The Muse of Unnecessary Dancing
There is no music, sometimes. No occasion. No audience that has requested a performance. No earthly reason for your shoulders to begin doing whatever the hell they are doing...
VOLUME IV · For difficult days
The Weather Is Not the Tree
Memory is not always reasonable. Sometimes it is a frightened little creature, convinced that its survival depends upon mistaking every rustle
in the grass for the thing that once chased it.
VOLUME VI · STILL BECOMING
The Woman of Everwhen
I do not want to make a shrine of the woman you were when we married
and ask every woman who follows her to kneel before it...












