A Story Written Lasts Forever (a self-talk story for the heartachy times)
Okay. So it might one day happen that you’re rushing through the grocery store on a school night, somewhere on your hastily scratched list between fire-roasted tomatoes and PB&J fixins’, just rolling the cart and contemplating life and what kind of cereal to buy....
be brave. love hard. dive into the cliche. (this life is too short)
This is me raw. No makeup, no attempt to pretty up. Just me, bare and real in the morning light. Sometimes I need to show up like this, to remember that I can. And today I’m not going to carefully craft a post, any more than I wanted to put on my...
Believe Her: A poem for survivors (and those who love them)
This is a poem for the women violated, and for those who stand in support and love and solidarity. For partners, for lovers, for friends. For all those women harmed, and for all those who held and loved them in the aftermath. Maybe not perfectly, maybe not with...
the key that unlocks oceans.
{this piece came out, raw and ready. no clean up or cool down. just the words that needed to be born, right then. the kind of freewriting that shoots out, whole and complete. stream of conscious, unconcerned with structure or style. just knowing that the words must be...