Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
The majestic trees stand silent as their burnt leaves free-fall to the ground. The short season to live and die is upon us. There is no wind to make the journey playful, less somber. The leaves will be stomped on, trampled or simply shriveled into paper-thin nothingness. Some say autumn Read more
When you remember me, picture me smiling. A grin of a thousand laughs Like sunshine on a Saturday. Remember how my laughter bounced off the walls and filled a room. How you already knew me, when my laughter reached your eardrums. Remember me as I was. With the same sweetness Read more
(For my dear sister, Kay, I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.) Your face is fading. I see shadows of chin, cheekbone, childhood inside my mind. Orange Kool-Aid, baloney sandwiches, Aunt Carol’s peonies like colossal, pink faces thrill us. He loves me, he loves me not. You tell me you Read more
Heavy minutes rhyming on her white wall, crying, flailing, slowly falling down like trickles of blood pooling around everybody’s eyes, around everybody’s smiles, but everybody smiles. Her fingers walk across the marble floor, nails scraping and tongues bending like half-empty dresses hung inside a closet. Boots, now worn, lie sullenly Read more
“You’re pretty low maintenance, as women go.” “I am, am I?” She sounded amused. “Yeah. Like a cactus.” ― Roxanne Snopek I did not want to go on the trip. My beloved father had just died and my grieving encompassed all of my spare time. I cried often and could Read more
The leaves are like birds, falling from the sky. They’ve lost their wings, they cannot fly. For those in the sky, their death is fair and certain. For those in the trees, may they be stuck there, forever. We fly, but we fall The wind catches us all. We swirl Read more
Had THE TALK with my daughter tonight. Well, not THE talk (that came years ago) but the more difficult one, I believe regarding: what happens in the event of the sudden death of a parent? For me, my folks let us all know there wasn’t/isn’t anything. It was easy. And Read more
I was nine when they drove away from my foster home. First, my parents. Then, four years later, my grandparents. Finally, it was me in the car, with my new mom, on my way to my new life. I was terrified into stillness. I was ten when a handwritten letter Read more