Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
when you write it down write it heart-loud write it first in burgundy like the blood that pulses through each of our veins, insecure it waits there in the quiver of the readying call-to-action that trauma throws into motion—it’s the healing write through this with me take a Read more
They strobe like the lights of fireflies in the summer infused bits of lived magic exist between the words and lives of persons non-living. I spoon them out, seek them, savory and tangible secrets— their therapeutic release beneath the guise of a poem or story— to be hidden in plain Read more
My twenty-year-old son, Billy, and his girlfriend, Alex, nineteen, cooked dinner for me tonight. Gemelli pasta in a cream sauce with mushrooms, zucchini, garlic and pecorino romano cheese. Delicious. It was late – 9pm. Billy had yelled up the stairs to his younger brother, Steven, when the food was ready, Read more
Today is the last day of my life. It was inevitable, and I had accepted it. In fact, I had embraced it. I was almost looking forward it. I expected – well – I hoped, that it would provide the release that I wanted. The relief that I needed. But Read more
Everyone needs a hobby. I like collecting broken boys. I wouldn’t have brought it up, but once you’ve seen a pattern, it’s very hard to un-see it, and recently, my vision cleared enough that I couldn’t not see it. What I thought was an incidental thread was, in fact, the Read more
The words are peeking in at the oddest times they want to say so much but I shelter them from eyes. I need to protect their vulnerability they need me too much now rely on me like a child. I want to make it stop during these moments I want Read more
