Edit: I wrote and published this on Oct. 2nd but left it password protected while I thought about it. The…
Daily Existential Angst Diary (I’ll let y’all do the acronym)
**TRIGGER WARNING** UNALIVE ATTEMPT DISCUSSED IN BRIEF. In October 2019, I attempted, feebly, to unalive* myself by trying to swim…
Capturing Eruptions: Examining Catharsis Again
My poetry was recently described by a friend as “[capturing] the moment feelings erupt.” That striking (and much appreciated) description…
Writing in a Mobile Age: A Dinosaur Learns a New Trick
I am fifty-seven. I grew up in a time of pencils, ballpoints, fountain pens, and typewriters. I have, in the…
Revetment: Self-preservation?
Something about the word “revetment” is oddly musical to me. Without knowing its meaning, I sensed its purpose the first…
Spring Storms and Black Dogs: Joy takes a day off.
DISCLAIMER: I am okay. I am posting this as a glimpse into depression. This is one day. Not every day.…
Chaos & Growth: An Auspicious Anniversary
In short order it will be the anniversary of “leaving.” I left my former home (and by extension, my second…
It’s Not Too Much to Ask: Revisiting and Requesting Respect
(Dec 18, 2018). I reach into myself—my past, my present, my imagined future—and find emptiness. From the time I was…
The Weight of Fog: Processing and revisiting the last two years.
I’ve always loved Texas winters. Our glimmering summers can be brutal and suffocating in their airlessness. Winter, at least when…
The Thing: Compartments, Poetry, and Brain Soup
My ex always said he could compartmentalize his thoughts. This allowed him to set aside external stresses and go about…