words from the soul
Your Jerusalem is so similar to my Jerusalem. Your Jerusalem glows. Your Jerusalem torments and teases. Your Jerusalem sings. Your Jerusalem loves and hates and lives in a constant state of disorder and indecision. You write about your Jerusalem and I feel connected to your experiences. I see how you touch her stones. I understand … Continue reading My Jerusalem
I can't tell the story because I'm on the ceiling again and this time it feels like my body is pinned to the fluorescent bulbs and the light is pouring through me as I slowly turn invisible.
His name jumps out of the screen at me the moment my husband walks into the room. He sees what I see... "I know," he says. Â "I was just coming to tell you." My head falls into my hand for a moment as the familiar pain of loss washes over me. Another one bites the … Continue reading Daniel my Brother
a thread weaving in and out of lives pulling back into childhood where it waits to be addressed. You run forward as fast as you can trying desperately to rip away from that poor pathetic child who only wanted what he deserved. So now you sit in resentment and resist the urge to cry as that … Continue reading Resentment Is
Sometimes, late at night when I should be asleep, I remember. I remember how I used to be…when things were bad…when I was a bad little girl… And I wonder…if I could talk to her…what would I say? I should say…the things I was taught to say to her… I’m so sorry you’re hurting. It’s … Continue reading Dying To Forget
Colloquially Speaking 