There are no stories in anyone’s recollection of the words I have swallowed and the things I watched go down in those three bedrooms, while I played on that cold tile floor or across that dark wooden dining room.
Tag: imagery
Ashes to Ashes
Is it my first shower in 2 days or 3? Can’t be 4. I feel like a new mom again. … More
I might have answers
About Sundays. Ask me again, what my city looks like on Sunday afternoons; middays, in midweek. Ask me about the … More
Alien
Imagine you are stranded on a different planet.On this planet, you are a what not a who. On this planet, … More
Sideways into the green
3 Mothers Days back, she was still alive. I was still here, looking at a grey zone of emptiness wondering … More
What fear?
I like to think I keep fear at bay. Like a quiet screaming match.If I name names, if I rank … More
Cold feet
He snuggles a little tighter into me tonight The first few cooler days andmy feet always get cold before the … More
Coding emotions for a living
My father will be embarrassedMy mother will be quietTheir families will have questions Their families will look at my husbandWith … More
aging
I call it texture. I call it age, a sign I have lived awhile Taken moist breaths.
self image
Twisted, sharp and defensive. Three words, that one might use for me. Strange because I never really thought I looked like … More
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