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
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
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.
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
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
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: Compact mirror or small mirror small piece of paper a rock – can be a normal rock or a fancy rock like obsidian or anything … Continue reading A Simple Spell to Face Fear
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
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