words from the soul
This isn't going to be pretty. Buckle up. Take a breath. We're going into the thick of it. You don't want to read this. The heat is punishing us. Thick and heavy, it weighs down on our already broken necks, pulling sweat from our pores to mix with our tears. Last night, when the rabbi … Continue reading Anchor
I am walking around the cul-de-sac, restless, hot, and numb. They are all inside the house where she grew up, the house that was never my home, and they are mourning in various groups of togetherness. My mother holds court, repeating stories over and over as her scratchy throat resists, and her voice fades to … Continue reading Shiva
This wasn't meant to be a shrine. I built a reflective pool where I could graze my fingers across a still surface and watch the ripples until they fade back into the unspoken stillness of a million words. This was to be exploratory. Step into the darkness of my ever swirling thoughts. Who am I? … Continue reading Ten Minutes Between Death and Burial
The dead haunt my photo albums. There he is when his liver was not yet punishing him for drowning it in poison. The spark in her eye is still unclouded by deadly judgment. He poses with the suppressed cry for help just behind his upturned lips. I am floating around somewhere past them, come to … Continue reading Captured Memories of the Dead and Buried
Trigger warning. Triggers everywhere, in the sheets, on the floor, in my hands... with a flutter, with a cramp, with ripping and a scream, we are triggering all the way to where I have been for 15 years. I am bleeding. We are racing towards the hospital. I am in the middle seat in the … Continue reading Let me tell you my birth story…
Colloquially Speaking 