Window. Window pane. Window glass. Window to the outside for my child’s eyes belonging to my little child’s body whose bottom is firmly planted on the hard, metal chair. Forever planted among lectures on the ABC’s of languid language that has been far… Read More

A purple beast came from the East and didn’t care a bit for what he found all around the West seemed quite unfit to lead the world with morals furled its hilltop light unlit so the beast did pray and went on… Read More

I accept the day is light. I accept the dark is night. I accept wrong is not right. I accept right can feel tight.   I accept tight can be good. I accept good is misunderstood. I accept good often hides in… Read More

Minimal is an animal something quite sustainable a bird which flies a pig in a sty Minimal is hospitable. Minimal is an animal something quite attainable remove your shirt bathe in the dirt Minimal is affable. Minimal is an animal something quite… Read More

Silence. It was what she sought out purposefully with all of the intention of a jackhammer breaking apart concrete. It was elusive, however, just like Santa or the Tooth Fairy. She could not remember when this quest for silence began. When she… Read More

I’ve conquered the dark and the grey in between the dark and the light and what is unseen. I’ve conquered the seen and all that I know the fears which seek to flourish and  grow. I’ve conquered the heights and I’ve conquered the… Read More

What do you do when you’ve given fifteen years of your life to a man, given up your personal ambitions to give him three children and be a stay-at-home mom, only to discover over the phone that he is indeed ready to… Read More

Sometimes I lie awake at night and stare at the ceilin. I hold my hands behind my head for myself a pillow and listen to the night sounds, thinkin I’m sure gonna buy myself one of them feather-filled pillows one day. They’re… Read More

It’s a thing like a bubble. There is something wonderfully magical about it, how it holds its shape, its round perfection, and yet you can see right through it. It lingers, still. It drifts on currents, rising, falling like a slumbering breath…. Read More

Mamma and Nanny was always working. Nanny always said a man’s either gonna fish or cut bait but you best be believin you gonna be stuck with the fish bones if you the one cuttin and not catchin. Mamma? Well she had… Read More