On the Come Up
A 4:45am alarm, an hour-long drive, a hastily eaten $17 breakfast sandwich at PHL and a stuffed-to-the-gills gate is prelude to what will be a 6 hour flight. I might as well be flying to the UK, it’s so far. Sometimes it’s hard to fathom that we drove from one coast to another, literally, in 6 days. Five? I can’t remember now. I’ve asked the gate agents if there are … Continue reading On the Come Up
Here is the House
It’s the last night in this house, Shirley Ann Place, the house with my mother’s name, the tiny house in which we fell apart all the way and broke in a million pieces and slowly put ourselves back together again like a vase that was meant to be broken. We cried and screamed and had sex and the neighbors heard all. Trash being taken out … Continue reading Here is the House
Maximum Effort
What kind of bullshit math equation is gun + gun = life? What kind of even bullshittier math equation is no/not great job = no health care = death? Continue reading Maximum Effort
Twelve.
We got married in Aries season. Fitting. Our love has been so into itself for a long long time. It’s been brash and brazen, loud, loyal, strong, and all the things I never thought I would find or that I deserved. When I met you, I never thought anyone had ever made me laugh the way you did. Still do. When I met you, you … Continue reading Twelve.
Just Under the Wire
7 minutes to go and I have never felt more lost. New year, same me, same mess, same mistakes. Have I grown at all? Regressed? This isn’t really even a post – the blank screen has not been big enough in the latter part of 2021 to contain all my emotion. 5 minutes to go. Time is a construct. We make it up. All there … Continue reading Just Under the Wire
Justice Needs More Than an Acronym
Reading aja’s words likeswords slicing through honey how can i not be Influencedmovedignited and softened in the same breaththe question i meant to ask isdo i have the right nothing makes me special, wounded i bear only the lightest scar, it rests in the corneri wear my ignorance like an itching sweater, wanting to return ithow can i listen dream rest killwith you not wanting … Continue reading Justice Needs More Than an Acronym
A Simple Spell to Face Fear
I’m not great at this. I like to not look at what scares me. I tuck it away. When I need help, sometimes spellwork gets me to the place I need to be in order to move forward. You’ll need: What you can do: Write what you are afraid of on the paper. No embellishment. Just whatever it is. Place it face down on the … Continue reading A Simple Spell to Face Fear
I Bring Teeth
I Don’t Know Where to Start
My mom has been gone from this world for almost two months now. I have this nagging sense that I have to write down all her stories – everything she ever told me, everything she taught me. Because I can’t bear for whatever legacy she has to be lost. To write it all will be cathartic, heartbreaking, and nostalgic. It will be painful. I don’t … Continue reading I Don’t Know Where to Start
Pocketful of Venom 
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