I’ve moved to a new place. I’ve written some, in the past three weeks that I’ve been here, but mostly in my journal, and only a couple poems. One, I don’t know if I’ll ever post it publicly, and then this one, I wasn’t sure if I would. I’m dealing with a resurgence of my…… Continue reading Alone- Why?
A deer appeared suddenly in front of my car going fifty on a mountain highway. Near enough I could see her eye solid black, her body in profile as she froze between the white and yellow lines. I was sure that was it that I would hit her. Even as I hit my breaks I…… Continue reading Split Second
Body glitter and belly shirts naval pierced above low rise stretch pants and below that backless red crop top, sheer in front covering the minimum of flesh. Dark eyeliner and bright lipstick concealer to cover my freckles platform shoes and platinum blonde hair long and straight down my back concealing and revealing tan lines. Press…… Continue reading Bitch face
Boxes upon boxes of paper. Artifacts of attempts to wrap myself in memories and blanket myself in the security. of having proof of everything that went wrong. Box after box shoved under my bed stacked in my closet, in the corners of every room stacked up under windows and in front of windows blocking the…… Continue reading Boxes
Relationships have become a matter of deciding how much I want to hurt. I’m not deciding who to be with based on the long term or envisioning doves and bells. Instead I think how long do I stay? how much do I let myself feel How many pieces of my heart am I willing to…… Continue reading mashup
Three years old Daddy sitting on the driveway tightening the bolts on my tricycle to make sure the wheels don’t slip and bend and wobble away. Daddy, trying to make sure my world was stable safe as he could. I ran by, wrapped my string-bean arms round his neck and left a wet sticky kiss…… Continue reading Father’s Day
Workaholic. School nerd. Anti-social. Unfriendly. Boring. Descriptors, all, that have been applied to me. Closed off. Cold. Guarded. Bitch. When life is unstable when you never know what’s next who might leave who might come back When the people that stay are the ones that hurt you Isolation is the safer choice. Closed off, shut…… Continue reading Stone by stone