My anxiety runs high today - I can feel it physically in my chest and pause, trying to observe. I can't tell if I should ignore it or move around or eat something or practice breathing or continue doing what I'm doing right now, which is a lot of things, but could also be described… Continue reading Nightwatch
An unfinished piece written March 6, 2019. I dream of heroin, which is strange because it was never my drug of choice. I wake sweaty and tangled, my heavy breathing amplified in the kind of silence only 3 am can bring. The craving hits so hard that if it were in front of me right… Continue reading Using Dreams and Dead People
(Originally written August 17, 2017) It rained for a week after Caryn died. Memory is a funny thing and can easily be manipulated to suit the stories that we want to tell, so maybe I am wrong, but I remember it as a soft rain, the kind of rain that you can stand under and… Continue reading The Breaking
I pay attention to the sky more than I used to. For a long time now, I've seen without seeing. When I tell people I feel like I'm just waking up - this is what I mean. The cotton candy edges of clouds float across the ombre blue sky. To my left is light Robin… Continue reading The stones in the middle of the river.
When I was twenty years old, my mother and grandmother died within three days of each other. I remember feeling almost incredulous. This didn't happen in real life, this was like a story line from the soap operas I watched so religiously in high school. This didn't happen to real people. Except it did, and… Continue reading Lucky Number Thirteen
I am sometimes an impulsive person. I sat down one day and decided to start this. Just buy the name, I told myself. Make it official, then it will be a REAL THING. Why I wanted it to be a real thing, I don't even know. I hadn't spent much time thinking or planning this… Continue reading I Got Here. Now What?
I've been trying to write all day. I feel the pressure building up - it's right there, under the surface, words that need to be released. But they are stuck. Which is appropriate I suppose, since I feel stuck today. It's as if my soul has caught on a piece of gum discarded on this… Continue reading Beginning Again