I ASK MYSELF
Why do I do this? The habit of self flagellation unbearable yet I find my place here time and again pick… pick… pick… ouch. Why do I do this? Thrown […]
Tag Archives: open link night
Exhale
Exhale. That’s it. The break. It’s no longer about them. Or at least not them versus me. Because after me, it will roll on. Regardless. Why wouldn’t it? Who am […]
Syrup
words swim through the slurry brain soup stirring a mini tornado even the background noise of child’s play causes ructions of pyroclastic rock that threaten to break the slippery surface […]
Half light
particles dance in the half light where once my legs stood as firm anchor for my heart the […]
call for acceptance (the me you see)
Holding the receiver, left ear burning to your echo I wonder why I never hear it […]
The Truth of Broken Dolls
No matter how many times I think I’ve finally fixed the broken pieces, I’m drawn again to feel for those raw edges. The crackles creeping under a porcelain glaze […]
how my heart cries
my head is an empty cabinet the files now tossed to floor an alphabet of me and us all gone, there’s nothing more my lion heart once beating with pointed […]
~ me time
sucked back in to the drum of the washer my words neatly folded into crisp edges and hospital corners before being tucked into my back pocket with only day old […]
Not just another year ~
They say if it comes in like a lion it goes out like a lamb but I guess that depends […]
Taking the mic ~
Ahem. Testing… testing… Is this thing on? The mic awaits the echoes of me lights search, the stage is set my audience fidgets restless in the stalls I open […]
