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Underneath the surface

It lurks beneath the surface. A grief, you must know, a grief that I cannot quite find the right words to encapsulate its shape and size, the weight of it, the graininess of its taste it my mouth, the sourness on my tongue… I hate it. (I hate it with all my being) When it … Continue reading

For want of everything

I want everything for us. I want for us to have a full life. Continue reading

Abandon hope all ye who enter

Well. It’s been almost eight months and the relationship that I had thought (hoped, believed, put faith in) as being, potentially, the one that would go the distance. I was wrong.

galloping horses

If wishes were horses And horses were wishes I would trade every wish and every horse and give you this Give you me 

Lost stories

Who hears when there are no ears open? Who hears when hearts are closed off? Continue reading

Choosing life

Choose life.  

A question of commitment

I finished a book last night, My Education by Susan Choi, and I’m grateful for it coming across my desk and grateful for having read it thoroughly, from cover to cover, from the first word to the last. Because it has freed me to speak my mind about why I have struggled, internally, to commit to … Continue reading

May he rest in peace

Suicide is nothing short of robbery. Grand larceny. Theft! Theft, the theft, the stealing of something priceless, irreplaceable; an object that cannot be replaced. The theft of a person. The stealing of a human soul. The early end where so much more was to be had, to be found, to be given To be lived.


Geld me, clip my tail Slay me with a quick cuff behind my ear And a knife to the kidneys Remove me from your reality Most violently and completely Loose me from this mortal plane Leave no evidence of either my Departure or existence

a primary truth

Too often we see essays, diatribes, against the “cult of womanhood”, as women writers often speak of heartbreak and emotions; of feelings and pain and hurt — the undertone is that this is a weakness, it is a recessional of the weak, about the weak, and for the weak. They are wrong.

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

April 2018
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