I sat on her couch. She handed me a pill. I watched her swallow hers before I swallowed mine. She dimmed the lights in her living room and lit a … Continue reading High on Her
This post is for the people who are on the down and outs. The discouraged. The dreamers. The blue collar backbone of our beaten world. The people who have nowhere … Continue reading yoU aRe…
I remember her and I know she remembers me and we will continue to do so forever. There is no other way for us to live. I could try to … Continue reading The Last Time
Is this where I have to run so I can be completely honest with myself? Do I have to fluff my three pillows and down comforter and lay my body … Continue reading Dear Diary,
She Was She was sitting on a park bench, basking in the lukewarm sun. The only shade that cloaked her body was when a cloud passed in front of the … Continue reading She Was, He Was
I say, “I care”, but do I really mean it or have we used this filler sentence so much that it has lost its grand standing importance. Have all of … Continue reading i care…
Hello, you! I’m sorry I missed your call and you missed mine. Long time no talk! *my mind runs rampant* How long has it really been, I think. No time … Continue reading 1 Missed Call
My second born son – where do I begin? He was delivered to us some time ago, a forever that was only yesterday, by cesarian section. The day before his … Continue reading Why Ask Why?
I went to the grocery store today. They did not have any strawberries. Or cherries. Or green bananas. Or fresh oranges. I immediately thought, figures, considering. I tried looking for … Continue reading nOn-cOmmOn sEnsE
(I looking at looking me) I pull at me’s skin with a blunt edge called life, leaving a scrape on the surface of us, and wonder, while looking at me, … Continue reading I Reflect Me
The first person to shave away all their pubic hair – what were they thinking? Did they just wake up one morning, sip a cup of coffee, turn on the … Continue reading But, Still!
There was this boy. He grew up in the rural South. He drank Pepsi Cola from glass bottles. He ate Nabs. He worked in tobacco fields at the age of … Continue reading The Second Hand