purple-tinted lenses, gaps; collapse
grains of memories that i frantically try to remove defy my actions and cleverly fumble their way back in, forcing the (w)hole to collapse in on itself. this is not … Continue reading
is she better?
For many women, at some point, this question is always asked. But we dare not say it aloud.
when there is only space
in the middle of spaces, high above the world, city lights glow like terrestrial constellations. in between their spaces are things unseen: hidden homes, muted actions, thoughts transposed. from up … Continue reading
haunted daunted
Writing has become daunting. This blog has become daunting. Addressing anything in my personal life has become overwhelming and so I choose to say nothing. I work to distract. I’m … Continue reading
the estimation of hank
Me (as part of an anecdote I was relaying to several people): I don’t know if this happens with men, but with women, when we meet someone and really hit … Continue reading
role models
They look like little flecks floating through the sky and in the space around me. They’re so light, weightless and free, that if I pretend hard enough they become snowflakes. … Continue reading
inextirpable
a dream readily admonished he stood questioning i stood hoping
first thing
It’s mornings like this: Gentle sunlight creeping through my blinds. Woodpeckers, detectable. Mockingbirds taunt. A Cardinal is eluding her courting counterpart. Perfect ambient temperature. Not too hot under the covers, … Continue reading