Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I almost canceled the coffee date A meeting between old friends Filled with laughter and a few silences About what could have been, instead I almost touched his hand, Walking through the door Café patrons never glanced at us Both with hands, now glinted gold Instead – Time swept past, Read more
I don’t know why I drink. For the way it makes me feel I guess – like so maybe the bad things don’t feel like they are all my fault. So that if I hurt you, I will remember it fuzzy-like. Like maybe you had asked for it; or perhaps Read more
First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Deanna pushing a baby carriage. Most of us grew up singing this little ditty in the schoolyard when our friends expressed their “love” for someone of the opposite sex. The expectation set forth as children was to “grow up, get married and Read more
Before I begin this piece about men and their sexual misconduct, I feel like I have to give a few disclaimers. First, for clarity’s sake, I must mention that numerous times throughout this piece I use the terms “male” and “man” interchangeably. With the understanding that with both terms, I Read more
We frozen women bury our cold dead in the night shivering and alone, the wolf howls above us, we cry in solitude and our tears turn to snow. But what if we turned on a lantern? What if we saw in the distance a flash of a skirt, a glint Read more
I woke up, mouth wide open, with my cheek snuggled into the wet spot of saliva on my pillow. The scent of stale vodka, tinged with a splash of cranberry, emanated from my pores, powering through the makeup I couldn’t be bothered to wash off before having sloppy, drunk hotel Read more
Tossed and turned vehemently again. Apathetic and stoic you show no signs of a struggle. Our what feeds our why halted only by our when. At the scene of our crime remains unsolved our puzzle. Your guilty feet leave no new prints behind. I hate that, yet again you’ve overpowered Read more
If I suffer from another spazz-fest, I’m gonna slap myself in the face – hard. I am friggin’ sick and tired of dealing with my hyper-sensitive reactions – especially when I’m consciously aware I have an ongoing habit of overreacting to, well, almost anything. Consumed by worry and exhausted from Read more