words from the soul
A good memoir starts at the beginning. This one starts at the end. I guess that's your warning. Get out now while you can, while the story is bright and hopeful and you see me walking off into the sunset. It's only going to get darker from here. It is a few days before my … Continue reading The Last Chapter
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…
You search my name on Google and find it. Everything I write. All my heartbeats and songs and moments when I cannot speak. And you hug me and look at me with awe. How do you do it? you ask, and I see a fire light behind your eyes. I do not tell you about … Continue reading For Yael, when you find me.
Colloquially Speaking 