Midnight Calls

My body is fragile Crack me open at the seam in my Ribcage, like a damp wafer – watch the strawberry blood cake in exposed air. How many midnight calls, and dinnertime Interruptions can a heart take before the valves wear thin And the tell tale tingle moves up my arm? Doctor’s orders: I can’t … Continue reading Midnight Calls


When it's my time I want to know: what it feels like There are opportunities for second chances, but this isn't one. I want to know what it was like, before the morphine drip, dripping And the rockabye easing out I woke up in the world screaming What is it like to end?


Anguish by Malaquias Montoya It's not about gun control or letting kids "keep their childhoods" or pointing fingers. It's about allowing ourselves to grieve - fully - for very real heartbreak, for immense suffering. I'm beginning to think people talk these kinds of things to death to numb themselves. Don't change the subject. Bathe in … Continue reading anguish


They say that moving can be just as traumatic as a death in the family. The 12 hour drive was the longest one I've made as the sole driver of my vehicle. Five people and three mice stayed in one hotel room the night before we got here. And then the unpacking began. At one … Continue reading away