Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Last night, I became a taboo woman, tantric veins breaking into unencumbered branches of witched trees that fell, nearly fell. They hung in limp moaning slumber, fulfilled after the thunder had hit them like an orgasm last night. The bird feeder, still quivered beneath, on a rusted hook. Inside its Read more
raped or abused as a child maybe I wasn’t attacked in a parking lot maybe I was almost raped maybe I was almost abused maybe all the things that didn’t happen to me were a blessing for me thank you to my angels I’m so sorry for all the heartache Read more
As I write this, a narcissist holds the highest office in our country. The narcissistic personality is one with which I am all too familiar, for I was raised by parents whose narcissism, like Trump’s, went hand-in-hand with crippling insecurity and a lack of impulse control. My mother in particular Read more
Mom was in the kitchen. Dad had just driven up. “Girls set the table,” she called up to us. “C’mon,” I said, tugging at my older sister’s sleeve. “It doesn’t take two,” she answered, not looking up from her book. She was reading Dune, again. “C’mon, please, you know what Read more
monkey sees men through glass, so glad not to belong spider hangs in her summer web, already feels the fall upstream fish prefers to drift when choosing not to spawn crow departs the evergreen branch, ignores the murder behind fox in silence takes her prey, will not be called a Read more
you spat me out at the very top of the tornado where sky meets dust just high it was blurry-dizzying, nauseating most mornings chewing-gum- pin-balling between being wrong and being wronger, I know I was never wrongest I slithered, spiraled down that treacherous hole, it felt like years and honestly Read more
I say I know Minnesota like the back of my hand. I don’t know the back of my hand. I wouldn’t recognize it on the street or if it slammed a door. 1 Not like I recognize the lines etched near my eyes, I saw them emerging at 20 and Read more
You want to be a part of me, your absence of color like spider’s silk growing, surrounded by a sea of dark strands, lonely. Patiently, you wait for me to find you, but my job, chores, phone calls, and the rest of routine that comes with family keep me distracted Read more