A rich white man who'd lost all his fortunes woke up on the psych unit where I worked during the recession. He thought taking his life was the answer to losing what he'd learned had been everything; money, status, caviar. In the weeks that followed his new reality, he joined our partial hospital program for…Read more Parable of the Rich Man
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“he never says anything off the top of his head”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple
Holy Matcha
“I met him when he was broken.” I said, referring to the day I met my husband in the park after he’d separated his shoulder on a trail. "That’s how we all meet each other.” he said. And then I had my first matcha latte made with peace, love, almond milk and understanding. It was…Read more Holy Matcha
Chapter Compost
"This preoccupation with surpassing the mother is apparent in women whose development hesitates or altogether ceases as they become obsessed with food. For who can bear this vision of the mother’s life, impoverished, sacrificed, depleted?”~Kim Chernin. Re-reading this book which I first devoured between the stacks on the library floor at college. Then, as now…Read more Chapter Compost
Cut
Don't bother flattering me with your Fancy font Full of holy smoke And deliberation About who did or didn't need A penal implant Sacred substitution For what? The cosmic garden Fertilized with human shit? Good Lord, Tired of being your whore Bleeding love from Slit wrists and I's Owe. Ewe. Mi. Bloodshot Dry The silent…Read more Cut
Proof
Imagine the universe is a cosmic garden of living beings. Flowers, oceans, galaxies, dogs, mermaids, starfish, brussel sprouts, mushrooms, sisters, brothers, suns. Each living being expresses itself through an infinite mathematical formula designed by a Creator who accounted for the fact that each formula for each living being had the free will to effect the…Read more Proof
Sojourn
It's not like You're gonna rise up singing Cradle cap and rocking Horse Back and forth Between hungry mother and child She never was Cooing in her Baby Face Offering oysters of Truth Walking off to the sentiment of freedom It's not like They can read your mind The carts coming up the aisle Knocking…Read more Sojourn
Stardust
"Everybody tells the truth with something."-Glennon Doyle At the end of ballet class the teacher used to have us line up to get little red, blue, silver or gold foil stars which she'd stick to our leotards. It was a sign we'd done well, even if all we did was flap our arms and legs…Read more Stardust
