it’s too late to talk. To write. To think. I have a headache. It’s 3:49 am. December 6th came and went. Like it always does. But my son’s memory is forever. Two years now since he moved on to the next world. And here I am stuck. i am trying to get unstuck though. I … More HALF
You called me mine, forming my shape with the soft round of your palm, I was so utterly shape-able, form-able, naive. You breathed your doctrine into me like you were my God. Manipulating and whispering, until my form was your perfection. i, smiling most ingeniously. You, tying strings to the vulnerable arcs of my bones, making me … More Marionette
“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” Neil Gaiman, Oh! The Feels And not the good ones. I have become so, crowded within myself. I feel like a can of shook soda. A jumbled basket of yarn. Where … More Wandering Writings
INTO THIS DEEP 