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
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
Worthless. That’s the word. I have been looking for something to wrap the feeling I’ve found festering inside me, bubbling up to the surface where I wish it away with a half-hearted attempt to access my vast toolbox of self-help and therapeutic gadgets I have amassed over the last decade. Worthless. The word stops me … Continue reading Worthless
Sometimes, when I am feeling particularly reflective, I imagine my life as a boy. I wonder if I would make...... Source: The Wicked Daughter
The words of my youth ring in my ears as I meticulously scrub the leavened bread from the inside...... Source: Redemption?
I watched you exhale for the last time and I grew cold. Your body lay still before me and I could not move. Your death took the jagged shape of the piece of me long broken as it stabbed me in whatever was left of my believing soul. It has been six months and you … Continue reading Six Months and One Day
Sometimes, when my heart allows it, I see you everywhere. In the lyrics of a song…in the casual words people string together without thought…in the rush of memory a picture evokes…in the gait of a stranger…in the pain all around…in the walls…in the corners and in every speck of undusted past around every jagged edge … Continue reading Where Have You Gone?