Wiping Blessings Off the Floor

In the face of death and tragedy, it is normal to cling to the idea of life, joy, and happiness.  The problem arises, though, because most people do not want to accept that none of these things can be held on to. It is an awful and sobering reality to see people merely going to... Continue Reading →

I take breaks from thinking

So I can listen to the crickets better on a chilly night.  So I can stop listening to the rumination that is as effective and draining as punching water to smooth it.  So I can remind myself that I have yet to think my way out of a single problem  So I can appreciate the... Continue Reading →

I Am Lana Del Rey’s Maligned Vagine

When I started writing, I wrote pieces focused on celebrity body parts in relation to life.  I have missed writing about things like being leaky colons and constipated assholes, so I thought I’d come back to an old style.  Today, I am focusing on a vagina. Dating articles make me generally homicidal: especially when I... Continue Reading →

Pieces of Me

How many hearts have been broken by a broken heart? Love has become a gift only from indian givers Where takesies and backsies are as common as x’s and o’s Love has become a razor blade in the corner of our eyes Even when we smile, we have a little cry Where thoughts and cuts... Continue Reading →

Fiction? Pt II

Fiction? Pt I Timelines became blurred as her confusion mounted.  Kris had suggested she read Alice I Have Been a few months ago, and her world now felt exactly like Wonderland.  She knew how Alice must have felt in her rabbit hole.  In her mind, it did not matter when anything occurred, because her memories... Continue Reading →

Black VW

Every time I see a car like yours I crane my head and eyes As if seeing your face again Would answer one of a thousand lingering lies As if seeing your baby blues, would cure my darkened skies As if I could shout through traffic, "would please explain why You watched me flay and... Continue Reading →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 3)

Part 1 Part 2 Do I “choose” to be bipolar, or someone “chooses” to be a narcissist?  No, no one chooses their chemistry or childhood; no one chooses their nurture or their nature.  They do, however, choose what to do with it.  This is difficult to accept, too.  It took me so long to let... Continue Reading →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 2)

Part 1 I see so many rueful statements about how they “just keep attracting [label].”Everyone in your life is a reflection of your feelings on yourself.  Garbage In/Garbage Out doesn’t just apply to data and programming.  I’ve had my share of misery handed and I’ve handed out my share of misery.  If you struggle with... Continue Reading →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 1)

I have no idea what it is like to be inside someone else’s mind or skin.  Similarly, though likely less important, I have no idea what other people’s Facebook feeds look like.  I used to love going on Facebook, because I ignore almost all of my friends and read articles of inspirational or intriguing ..... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#9)

Dear _____, I have seen you so many times, but you never seem to notice me.  I started and stopped this letter so many times, because I don't even know who to send it to.  I see your face in my dreams, and I swear I have heard you laugh when the wind blows.  I... Continue Reading →

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