Yet He Remains

Cracked knees Crooked heart Black lungs Bruised Start Broken teeth Weighted feet …Yet he remains in love with me.

Happy Days

Happy days happen so quickly and keep on coming; Repeating one by one and then another. Life was more simple when I had them numbered.

Stepping Stones

Life is a series of stones, I’ve come to believe. Some solid. Some cracked to the bone. Some hidden. Some known. One step, two step, red step, blue step. Blind step, new step. “I’m afraid,” I say, “you step.” His response, “I step. You step.”

I am Christmas Morning

I sign another line. This time, I do not think about the hoops and swirls and dots. I don’t stop to break a stroke. My hand is stable and my eyes are dry. I flip the paper. I sign another line… …It was a long time ago. When I was young, younger than you are […]

Hope for Love is My River of Slime

I walk the edge of the crowd watching for cracks in the pavement like a child. And like a child, I stare at the ostentatious drunkery that dances around me. I convince myself that I am within myself and outside of everything else. I tell stories in my head about the people I see and […]

Happy Divorciversary Baby.

It was cold on the day. I wore black, but not on purpose. I woke up that morning in the normal haze that surrounds me every morning. I grabbed clothes that were clean and easy to throw on because I am not a morning person. It took a year to realize the irony of it […]

Drinking and Diving

Sometimes you want to go where no one knows your name.

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