I feel like I’ve come out of a long, dark tunnel. I’m not referring only to the many days in…
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.
Going where? The Stagnation of Predictability
21 March, 2022 Two years ago today, I was moving into a new house and putting many of my belongings…
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…
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 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…
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…