My god lives here in the darkness, in the snow, in buckets of sap, the soul of the trees, flowing by the freeze and thaw of howling night and gentle day, like me, learning to… Read more “Sugar Shack”
Category: My Story
The second boy who loved me
The second time a boy told me he loved me I was 13.“I love u,” my phone buzzed, my head buzzed, New feelings, no end. “Love u 2,” I responded,… Read more “The second boy who loved me”
April 4, 2015
Alternately titled: journal of a girl who has yet to find her way I don’t want to have already experienced the last good day. I can feel the… Read more “April 4, 2015”
Frohes Neues Jahr
Cold at bay with bottom shelf bourbon cobblestone streets shine bright as day as the first fireworks erupt on the horizon and the second fireworks sizzle against… Read more “Frohes Neues Jahr”
I’ll catch you
It’s only a mile down the road, you said, you were wrong, five miles later in that summer sun, turned around twice, footpaths veering downhill, that can’t be right, I’m sorry, you said,let’s try… Read more “I’ll catch you”
At the dinner table
I have an answer but like I really don’t know what my plans are, thanks for asking, but also, like, if I paid attention to myself for half a minute I would discover I do know… Read more “At the dinner table”
Hairpin Turn
That last night we drove together the music so loud and your face so dim in the darkness while the rain blurred all your edges– I watched you, half-dissolved already, a distant planet, glow with celestial magic that might… Read more “Hairpin Turn”
A Year Ago
I called out of work sick again. Not sick really, but there are no words for feeling a danger signal where there is none. Dissatisfaction? Disquiet? An itchy paint plastered to… Read more “A Year Ago”
In a flash
Rain splashed the light of the U-Haul sign like a bucket of paint across the windshield the night my sister was born. My first memory eased into being. The… Read more “In a flash”
Why did you ever think dead girls could fly?
You look like a bird with that down on your wings, pretty girl, but you’re too weak to fly, so what did you hollow out your bones for? Happy,… Read more “Why did you ever think dead girls could fly?”
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