There was a leashed pig on my doorstep when I came home Monday. He was refusing to cross the street, hiding behind his human friend, because someone had brought their pet snake out to brunch. He didn’t want to be on the same side of the street as a snake. This isn’t a metaphor; this is Long Beach. On my way to the corner shop, … Continue reading home
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 that rises from the dirty ocean and follows you like … Continue reading 100 / a deal
The thing that bothers me most is the numbness. The empty. The days I wake up blank. The days I remember everything but feel nothing about it. My skin doesn’t react. My voice doesn’t emote. I just blink and smile, and breathe, and somewhere under all of that, the real me is screaming. But she is gagged, and locked in a room inside my mind, … Continue reading cabezudo
I speak quickly. Too quickly. I have to repeat myself a zillion times a day. I am an expert in sentence restructuring because when I slow down too much, I lose the ability to hold the context of the thought I intended to express. Like Porky Pig, I can change the direction of my sentence in mid-syllable. I’ve taken speech therapy classes, and have improved … Continue reading rapid
I let the things I need to say sit in my throat because I think I can cough them out. I let the words I meant to give sit on my lips because I think I can kiss them away. I let the things I think about build up, until the pile is something I can only sift through haphazardly. My skin does the sifting, … Continue reading also.
Every year, a group of bloggers and myself tackle National Blog Posting Month in November. We post one blog post a day for the entire month, and we support each other through it all. We call it NanoPoblano! If you’d like to be included in this year’s shenanigans, let me know. You can learn more about it here: https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com Continue reading are you in?
A panic attack in the middle of Long Beach. Continue reading september 29
I had locked myself in with my thoughts. The cell doors around me popped open and the cacophony of shotgun-like bangs lit the hallway with sound. The noise meant my fellow firehouse girls were home from work. I heard them stomping down the hall, our boots a trademark of the FireCamp program. They were wearing the fire-resistant monstrosities inside the unit because Mr. Ham was … Continue reading the funeral