REPOST: Originally published on KC Beach Scribbles, 29 March 2019 It’s early spring—wildflower season in Texas. This is our answer…
Hyper-Independence: Waiting for the Thaw
Ice is pattering softly on Blanche’s roof. I dread having to walk Sam today and I worry my little egg…
Timing and Truth: Hearing the Voices That Matter
Sometimes, it just isn’t the right time. During my thesis defense, committee members said, “Get it out there. Move on.”…
Digging for Silver: Gratitude in Loss and Recovery
The ring above was bought for me by my mother in 1982 as I started college in Durango, CO. I…
To Sea: Feet & Hope in the Surf
I feel like I’ve come to life for a moment. Hopefully several moments. I want to work. I want to breathe and accomplish things.
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…
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…
Art & Grief: Finding the Perfection in the Imperfect
I stitched and the dog snored and life was sweet and warm. I finished the biscornu and in all those stitches and waves and snoring came words for the page…