She showed up out of nowhere while I was trying to put out several fires. It seemed like there was a crisis happening down every hall; a throng of crying from adult-newborns in the outpatient palace nursery. We all want the same thing but for most of us it takes one of many traumatic awakenings…Read more Bound
You’re Amazeballz!
Last night I came across an article on Publisher's Weekly; a writer was all up in arms because publishers appear to have stuffed literature into slutty outfits and given them all bad stripper names. That's a metaphor. Metaphors are like, really old. I've been researching iconic book covers as part of getting ready to be…Read more You’re Amazeballz!
Locus of Control
Trust the ultimate trust fund-Colossians 3:23 My body's a twisted wreck. I couldn't stop the urge to cry when she jabbed her thumb into the protruding discs in my neck. It was the muscle spasms that finally forced my tingling fingers to hit call and make the appointment. Shoulders don't belong under your ears but…Read more Locus of Control
Sunflower
Stand tall No matter What can stalk or break you Whispers at the window sill Still Your back turned towards the wall All for one and never have I been one for Teeth stuck in the paneled wood Dissociated from time And space between rational Thought you were losing your mind The migraine pain like…Read more Sunflower
Redefining Self-Care
Today I decided to try a little video chat to quickly share some nagging thoughts on the intersection of self-care and healthy reparenting. Western culture has a way of marketing and commodifying our most basic survival skills, leading us to believe we're deficient and therefore in need of a product or service that can clearly…Read more Redefining Self-Care
Homeless
He said stuff like that happens to everybody. Minimization and globalization are survival tactics. You have a fight with a parent. You couch surf. Maybe sleep in your car. I didn't have a license till I was 29. I didn't own a car till I was thirty something. But I did live on an island…Read more Homeless
Parallel Process
You know the part of the story where the main character decides to ride or die? That's the part I wrote about, again, today. We're perpetually faced with decisions in divided roads. My stomach has been unsettled for the past month. Some mix of stress, work, genetics and my foolish, lifelong fork war. The gift…Read more Parallel Process
First Draft
Peace is not the absence of conflict, it is the conscious facing of our brutal reality to actively but safely wrestle with our discomforts as we reconstruct a destination we’ve yet to imagine. xo
The False Impressionist
The ghost carcass Exoskeleton Stamped Naked bones in the wet impostered earth Cheap cement substitutes Trampled tramp Another line, The same ones Over and again You take up all my useless time So I sit Perched above the baby fork A fish out of water Poking overcooked yoke Wondering if you ever gave a shit…Read more The False Impressionist
The Trip of a Lifetime
I hate flying, all that turbulence and being strapped into a ride or die situation with no control over anything. Despite the screaming, shaking, seat kicking, neck spasming, ultimate discomfort of hurtling through space with nothing but jet fuel and some underpaid pilot attempting to defy the laws of gravity; I have this innate yearning…Read more The Trip of a Lifetime
Born in Providence 