When there are words…unspoken…held back by the unwillingness…for them to be heard…they stick…to my throat…and swell…until I cannot breathe…and I am gasping…begging for release. You know…how I feel…what I really want…yet…you think….that if it remains…clawing into my brain…it will not fester…brew…and explode into your life…making things…uncomfortable…for you. But I…am not you…and cannot do…the things you … Continue reading Choke
Heartbreaker
"IMMA!!! My lev (heart) is hurting! Imma'le! My feelings!" She runs up the stairs, away from her best friend who had just ripped her heart apart. I race up after her. She is curled outside our door, tears streaming down her face from her swollen eyes. My brave little girl looks up at me. Her … Continue reading Heartbreaker
Father Of Mine
The discussion was about Divine Intervention and whether it is an integral aspect of belief. It was mostly intellectual with the bouts of emotions (that always seem to trickle through with me) getting properly addressed and shelved by the most significant influence in my life. First, my mother left. She tried to pipe in with … Continue reading Father Of Mine
So You Got Engaged. Yay.
When you called, (at four in the morning) I couldn’t formulate the right words. So I said ‘yay’ and tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t so I thought and thought and thought. About everything. Every phone call, e-mail and text message. Every person who shaped your life, for better or for worse. … Continue reading So You Got Engaged. Yay.
Bring. It. On.
I've been told I've got talent. Not the kind of talent that creates art…or publishes books…or contributes to the world's excessive need to be entertained. The talent I've got involves people. Individuals. Souls. It's a dirty sort of talent. One where I twist and pull and shake out the piles and piles of shit people … Continue reading Bring. It. On.
Colloquially Speaking 