Today, I can make myself a cup of tea from scratch. So I do. I chop the ginger […]
Earlier this year, I peed in a bedpan, one floral hospital curtain away from my boyfriend. He turned […]
This, too?!we cry, in grief. This, too!!we chant belief. The clouds reply,erasing sky: Everything.Everything.This, too.
When Rudy was home, there was music. Foot-stomping, hand-clapping, lounge-crooning, folk-lilting, country-dancing, all-type music. I don’t remember much […]
Gravity holds you in place even when you want to float free, and sometimes the hold is a hug, and sometimes the hold is a strangle.
“Grief is the final act of love”
– Lauren London
Freeze your love for safe-keeping.
Call it grief.
Do you know the story of hippo? How he has to open his mouth wide every few minutes to show Papa God that he hasn’t eaten any of the most favored fishies?
A fiction based entirely on lots and lots of non-fiction experiences, moments, and conversations. It is the story […]
When I research my symptoms, the internet tells me I am super stressed. When I trade my necklace […]
Officer Irube sat down one day, but his belt had turned sideways, and he ended up pepper spraying […]
This was originally posted on the beautiful Beth Ann’s blog, It’s Just Life. I wanted to re-post it […]
Some things stay still, and others move forward, and all things do both. Listen to the little flower […]
I swallowed so many tears, my bones eroded and turned me into riverbed. Woman-made river, catching the sadness […]
My favorite perfume sinks into my skin like a snowflake. It smells like the city at three in […]