not out of the woods

Last night wasn’t the first night of un-sleep, but it was the first night I took medicine for it. Medicine that decided I needed awakeness more than it needed to do its job. I got out bed to write instead, but it was too cold, too dark. Earlier in the day, it had been too […]

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thinking it out

I never stop being amazed that people read my writing. I honestly can’t wrap my mind around it. Just think– if you read every post I posted in 2019– the second sparsest year of writing this blog has ever seen– you read over 50,000 of my words. That’s a novel! A bizarre, disconnected novel, but […]

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soft voiced

I have a soft voice. I wouldn’t say it’s soothing, smooth, or even gentle, but it isn’t jagged in the corners like an old cinder block. It’s easy to listen to. Easy to carry. Sometimes though, usually when small children have smashed my very last stretch of sanity, my voice changes. It hits a pitch– […]

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journal: blue chip

I write a lot about water lately, and my therapist thinks that means something, but sometimes I just want to work with a certain kind of clay. It’s already made. I want to exhaust it, to use every piece while it’s fresh in my hands. Can you imagine how long it’ll take me to shoot […]

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blogging: (b)link

I’m going for 30 posts anyway. I like to push myself.

At the doctor’s last week, he said I needed to stop pushing myself. That I need to do literally one thing at a time.

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stroke: a body of words

Once, I read a fairy tale about a man who could swallow the sea. His brothers were gifted with equally unbelievable talents, but I was fixated on him– the man who drank down a world of water so they could walk across.

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100 / a deal

Don’t take my fire: the ancestral flame that sheds so much light on bloodshed that we all can see our feet-stain. Don’t take my colors: the ones I pulled from the rainbow and stitched to my bones, the ones learning to love their spectrum, their beginning, their infinity. Don’t take my salt: the sunken truth […]

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lucky me

This was originally posted on the beautiful Beth Ann’s blog, It’s Just Life.  I wanted to re-post it here, to fill in some story about my general grief progress.  I wanted to re-post it today because today is (USA)Thanksgiving, and with all this talk of gratitude, I wanted to feature Beth Ann who puts legs […]

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