My friend E is dead. She died yesterday and she was only 34 years old. I can’t even begin to process the fact that she leaves behind a 4-yr-old and a newborn born barely 48 hours before her death, let alone the anger that it might have been completely preventable. I’m still in the denial/sobbing … More Sunshine Snuffed
Today marks five years since the 30 hours it took to say goodbye to my paternal grandmother and 15 years since my maternal grandmother died suddenly on a Sunday morning. The cliché goes “time heals all wounds” but it’s just another trite thing we say when we have no words. Grief is not a bell … More 30 Hours + Five Years + Fifteen
Upside going down, outer edge of the spiral, Still some space to move before sides start to tighten. If only the choice were mine to make, up to air Or going down, sliding to where the spiral ends.
Facebook is airing television commercials in an attempt to woo back a jaded populace. They promise to get back to connecting and not dividing, promise to be more careful with our data. They are standing on our doorsteps with a bouquet of wilting daisies and an I’m sorry, please don’t leave me sulk. I broke … More The Easiest Breakup: Reflections on my Two Year Break-a-versery
I replaced your picture today, My Friend, A culling from the shelf, Amputating you from amongst The mementos and dusty bric-a-brac. I couldn’t take it any longer, My Friend, Your smile in my line of sight, Taunting me daily with a Whiff of salt air and thirty years of whispered echoes. … More Relinquish
If I fell In the shower and Landed on my head, Who would find me Naked, Pruned, And unconscious? Or worse? These are the thoughts you have, Living alone, When you fall In the shower and Land on your ass. Luckily, It’s padded.
She walks in with slight bite of lip, betrayal of boldness carefully cultivated, cover blown on sight. Maybe it’s just the mead talking to me tonight, but my recent foray into the nonet sparked a renewed interest in poetry and form in my life. Thus, a trip into the shadorma. It … More Veneer
Plath said hers had a Meinkampf look, A man in black With love of the rack and the screw, But Daddy, Daddy, I don’t know what to make of you. I read her words at twenty, A dagger trailing red to the core And then put you away – Tried to scar the slice … More Father of Mine
Right now a multitude of Jell-O shots are solidifying and champagne is chilling across the globe. My New Year’s Eve preparations are all done. This is it folks: My entertainment for the evening is all sorted: But Don’t Cry for Me Argentina. I have a great date for the evening. He’s wise and … More Pajamas and Shrimp: My 2016 Single Girl NYE
I broke up with Facebook. I thought it would be like when I broke up with smoking, reflexively reaching for my phone, as I used to reach for a phantom pack of Marlboro Lights in the cubby of the driver side door. I thought it would be like the first month after I broke up … More The Easiest Breakup
Sleeping on the Diagonal 