Eight Years Stronger

The two of us, side by side on a park bench, two pairs of sea glass eyes watching and waiting and wondering. Me, in my ratty jeans and obscure t-shirt; her, in her old fashioned red flannel nightgown, trimmed with white lace. Her hair is haphazard and carefree. She swings her legs, bare feet inchesContinue reading “Eight Years Stronger”

Armor

The prompt: “What is your greatest fear?” I stare at the question. Five words, black and white, evoking a panoply of images and thoughts and memories. It could be casual dinner conversation or a hushed exchange between friends or lovers. It could be something as simple as heights or spiders or something much more convolutedContinue reading “Armor”

Holy

“Unaware of where I’m going / or if I’m going anywhere at all / but I know I’ll take the leap, if it is worth the fall // so long as the blood keeps flowing / I’ll set a sail and swim across / I’m not looking to be found / just want to feelContinue reading “Holy”

Twilight Era

I’m tidying up the waiting room and my gaze falls upon the little activity center and stuffed animals that have been abandoned in the corner. I remember a time last year when a client had an appointment but couldn’t find a babysitter, so I sat in that room with her little boy and we watchedContinue reading “Twilight Era”

Mosaic

Down by the banks of my childhood river are the rocks and the shells, the shrapnel of old; If I let you in, let you see my mosaic, I fear I’m too much of a thing to behold. So tides turn and billow like seasons of soul; mistakes yield to lessons like sand to theContinue reading “Mosaic”

Anti Body

“I’m detoxing next week,” she says. “You ever done that before?” I do it all the time, I think. Because I have kidneys and a liver and all the other body parts that do that for me. She doesn’t need to know that I used to beat those parts into submission with product after product,Continue reading “Anti Body”

The Tunnel

When you get to the end of the tunnel, it won’t be what you thought it would. Where you’ve arrived pales in comparison to the beacon it looked to be when you were on the other end. This isn’t because where you are now isn’t beautiful or incandescent, but rather because there is something unexpected:Continue reading “The Tunnel”

Introduction // The Attic

In my mind, there is an attic. The attic has a wide-set window that overlooks a quiet beach and rolling ocean. Before the window sits a long, low table containing crystals and salts and plants, and a cozy chair for me to dwell in and watch the waves ebb and flow. The wood floor isContinue reading “Introduction // The Attic”