Lying face down Drowning In the shallow pool Of what you might think of me . It is not a long trip From the tension of water molecules, clinging to one another in invitation to light, that it may dance across their precarious ballroom floor To the pain of the…

For so long everything had been dying. The world and my heart and my body. Cruelly chiseled into less. Into ugly and pain and loss. The memory of a stifled spark, extinguished by struggle. For so long everything got colder. A chill like the skeleton hand of earth herself reached…

Words about working late at night because it was impossible to get done any earlier but has to get done. About a little boy who wants to cuddle his mama, but knows she has to work. A boy who is so sweet and good that instead of whining or crying…

‪I do it by having to do it.‬ ‪I do it by setting little checkpoints throughout the day to celebrate making it that far.‬ ‪I do it by staying up 3 hours after bedtime, no matter how early I have to get up, because I need to soak up the…

autumn’s cold falls like dark on a new moon all at once damp seeps through open pores a counterweight to dawn’s light stretching through tunnels under the overpass my bones soak in the bubbling chill of a whisper blown in from a future twinkling with frost I feel them soften like vegetables in stew and my heart grows tender

What do I do with all this anger? Let it seep out into everything you do. Let it sour anything you taste. Let it creep slowly into your friendships. Let it sprout as roots beneath every grudge. Let it swell like an unexpected wave when someone lets you down in…

Write what you know, they say. So she wrote her name in the sand with a piece of driftwood bleached by the sun and stood and watched the tide blanket it, ripping it apart one grain at a time to carry it bit by bit back into places where no…

Marriage is the clack of 4-inch heels against the polished concrete of the 3rd bar that night. The swell of voices absorbing coyly exchanged where are you froms what do you dos. Marriage is the way my stomach flipped the first time he touched my face, days after I told…