We are sitting together on the couch and we are not paying attention to one another. We are both tired and need some time to unwind and let the stress of the day dissipate. I am reading a fluff piece and you are scrolling down our feed as we actively turn our brains off. You … Continue reading Geoffrey with a G
Category: Remnants of the Past
My Jerusalem
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
Emergence
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.
Daniel my Brother
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
Resentment Is
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
Colloquially Speaking 