The last time I saw him, he wearing an uncharacteristically large overcoat, standing in front of a clothesline, smoking. Nothing like him at all. Adding to that, he was angry and had his back turned towards us. I can't blame him for the anger. We were angry too. And sad. It's still surreal to think…Read more Between Three Worlds
J
“he never says anything off the top of his head”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple
Elevate
Last year's mantra was janky doesn't live here. In the Year of Perfect Vision we rise. We refuse to wear masks and play games. We keep everything we do and say out in the open. We light up the dark with truth. -2 Corinthians 4 xo
Circle of Stones
Anxious thought interrupted my sleep at roughly 4 am. It happens every week for millions of people so I don't worry about it too much. In an attempt to get a little more rest and quiet useless thoughts, I meditated. After descending the twentieth step, I found myself on a rolling hillside facing a circle…Read more Circle of Stones
The Road Home
I was beyond exhausted and couldn't see the way. My brother told me, as the rain slapped our faces, we're almost there. It didn't matter. All I kept thinking was, you could teleport a solution yesterday! Why does it always have to be like this? We were following behind him in the truck; not much…Read more The Road Home
Post-Traumatic Propaghandi
No, it's not a song, though, as usual this over chewed thought was inspired by music. In spite of everything, or maybe because of it, I love to sing and dance. (I like their name and some of their lyrics but don't like loud, fast, vegan punk rock, in general.) Quick aside: I'm sorry for…Read more Post-Traumatic Propaghandi
Surrender
The Oak Bluffs house from the attic bedroom We laid the ground Before the fall Tacking soft padding Under thin polyester skin A metal press Like irons Shoved her into quiet corners Flaying flesh Flushed Insatiable hunger Taken under ground Palpitations Like some bored Proverbial bird Enough already Getting ready to be ready Didn't you…Read more Surrender
See
"And I forgot to tell you I love you And the night's too long And cold here without you I grieve in my condition For I cannot find the words to say, "I need you so"-I Love You, Sarah McLachlan Sometimes it feels like I've forgotten to tell you about all the good parts, which…Read more See
