I would say that I am a flightless bird, but there was that one time that I had wingsand I still have thembut honestlybetween the move and the demons that reared their ugly heads into my safe spacethey’re probably shoved in a drawer somewhere,inside the dresser I painted because I thought I was an artist … More The Truth About Artists
I see you in the little voids I will never be able to fill. Everything screams you were wrongbut so was I and I want so badly to forget who we were and forget that clocks exist. I feel you in between the moments of resting and wakingbut there are things I will never tell … More Little Things.
I watched you out of the corner of my eye Slipping poison down your throat Scratching lies into the walls of our parents’ house Until our Mother fell broken and my Father’s heart skipped one more time than he could take. I saw you smile at yourself and the destruction that lie before you And … More Sister Devil
My edges are too hardSo I make myself smallerI curl my legs into my chest and listen to my body tell me to stop being so fullstop breathing so loudstop feeling so muchlet all of the nerves separate and burn awayuntil everything is under a pile of ash. You touch me silently with nothing on your … More
Okay, so, it’s not quite THE END. Here’s the story: When Wesley was born, breastfeeding came naturally. Sure, I had a few hurdles to jump over, but I got through them easily and I comfortably slid into the role of “breastfeeding mama.” (Shoutout to my amazing lactation consultant at the hospital!) My body has been … More When the Journey comes to an end?
My brother is an addict. When I was in high school, he lived with us in our mid-sized, split level home tucked away in a cozy cul-de-sac. I remember my mom begging him to stop, I remember police officers knocking on our door, I remember finding needles in his room while looking for good CD’s … More Plagues
It was Tuesday and I was ready to go home. My boss came in and asked me what time I wanted to leave for the Chamber Networking event that night. Ugh, I completely forgot. A few years back, I’d be more than willing to go to a brewery for a work event. Free beer, good … More Ongoing battles: Social Disconnect