truths explode, born out of blowhole— splattering these kitchen walls. crimson testimonies, settling near the window above the sink. a farmer’s sink, i always wanted. some summer day, some slow morning, we painted drywall together. my hair lazily wrapped in ponytail, biscuits rising in the oven. i peer through glass now. my portal amongst these […]Read more "blue bellie."
a one-ton armoire slides across my pelvic floor, crashing into soft tissue. i do not hear the thud but i feel it. my mental illness must involve more parts than one. perhaps 4 or 400. i am told we each contain multitudes. lately i work more with the positive and negative associations we ascribe to […]Read more "home invasion."
thoughts on cats.Read more "feral green screen."
my response to a prompt about the ways we hide and avoid the great big unknown.Read more "call of the beast"
Another Thanksgiving well spent at Arcosanti, my favorite place on Earth.Read more "noiseless II."
November 3, 2017 PM Any hopes of scribbling the night away in the pages of this journal are lost. I pause, pen in hand. My house cat is threatening to gnaw on the bamboo. He also eyes the budding jade plant—our newest addition to the coffee table. HEY. I interrupt him. He glares at me […]Read more "arboretum attack."
a nightmare.Read more "am encounter."