“So this is inevitable withdrawal / Even if I stop wanting you / And perspective pushes through…” – Amy Winehouse It was like a fever breaking – falling out of love. Like waking up to a suddenly clear morning after days of delirium. Katie’s mother never told her about that part. She’d raised her on … Continue reading Withdrawal
Dwelling on goodbye-- a firm farewell to the mid section of the last decade of my Youth. Tomorrow brings a solid footstep toward the next chapter in my book. I wake up 28, which sounds so serious, and possibly erroneous, because just yesterday wasn't I only 21? Twenty one on the cusp of full adulthood, fresh … Continue reading April 26 : Last Days
Day like faded scars, nine years gone like yesterday, I remember you.
Porchlight floats in soft through threadbare curtains crisscrossing our shadows with the kitchen's single-bulb glow while we stand slowly swaying, bare feet dancing in tiptoed steps, quietly on the crushed carpet. The stereo is low but the night is late and the music sounds like surround as he curls me against his chest before casting … Continue reading April 6 : Requiem
Something is wrong with me-- something small and dark is lurking in a place I cannot find. Maybe it is sharp, and pricks the fingertips of men who dare to hold me close. Maybe it whispers in their ears as we lay asleep, a midsummer nightmare beat in racing pulse. They spit me out, perhaps … Continue reading atropa belladonna
Typewriter Moon 