RSS N. J. Simmons

  • .thank you (pass it on). March 20, 2023
    i had forgotten. it surprises me that noticing something that’s missing can take such a long time; years even. even more surprising when what’s missing is: self. and not the proverbial, past version of ourselves that enjoyed ring-pops, nerds candy, sonic the hedgehog and folding paper notes and planes in classrooms that would become simultaneously […]
  • May 13, 2022
    clear and colorful memories of being a blurry figure in the background of drastically opposing views. “you can be anything” and “you’re not good enough” stood at center stage of my world; i always found myself just out of sight, at stage left, holding a silk rope, and waiting for my cue to close the […]
  • beautiful wreckage * November 14, 2021
    some times trauma. resurfaces like wreckage from forgotten ocean floors — rusted and heavy. slowly rising and displacing all that lies in its path — disrupting the stillness of the shoreline to remind us that it has always been there. settled. sitting. maybe it’s time to explore it? this, beautiful wreckage. sunken treasures have been […]
  • – ??? October 14, 2021
    the righteous ones haven’t forgotten that they were wronged they’ve simply chosen a higher path, instead of justified vengeance
  • [ew] July 21, 2021
    you can’t look away, can you ¿ me neither • staring into a noon sun has never burned so beautifully for either of us — i never got the chance to thank you for hurting me before • and i never apologized for wanting you so fiercely then leaving you so swiftly — two relentless […]
  • am i serious ¿ July 21, 2021
    right and left brain collisions are mini big-bangs that act as my alarm clocks and thrust my consciousness back into reality every morning • differential equations and literary phrases wrap themselves around my spinal cord like colorful ribbons — attaching themselves to my nervous system and crossing all incoming and outgoing signals like when we […]
  • //[slow scroll]\\ July 20, 2021
    let it all go and hold you instead. i wish i could. enveloped in these hopes that haven’t reached fruition yet. i’m not sure if i worded that correctly, but formalities and grammatical correctness and order and systematic, scientific approaches lose their power when full hearts just want expression. fruit. that’s the point i was […]