Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I get older; you get older. That’s how this works. My legs are healing. Bright pockmarks of red and white mark where the surgeon’s knife entered. An “X” to kill the tributaries. That’s what he told me. A balding, gentle man in his late seventies with his hands on my Read more
I spend most nights smoking parliaments in my parents’ hot tub, watching the smoke blend with the steam. Losing sight of which is which, of who I am, of what I need. The media tells me, thin bones, thick skin, long fingernails, short text messages, short skirts, tall stilettos. But Read more
We had a chaotic reverie. We united as a weary Autumn storm pissing on rusty love. The times you filmed me drooling my savior complex. The times you watched me peeling gum off the night sky. You indulged your mania and stuckmagnetsonthefridgeand pluckedicyoystermeatand tooklibertieswithbaths. You howled about your illness I Read more
It was a dare, oh yes it was I was young crazy and in lust. You were dangerous. The right kind of madness had arrived just in time. We were in the city, the one where anything goes where no one tells private secrets laced with lies. Your lack of Read more
I was 8-years-old when I realized there was no Santa Claus. I’d lost the Snow White watch I’d received for Christmas—the one with the yellow leather band that came with a plastic figurine of my favorite Disney character. Sitting at breakfast some months later, I confessed the watch was missing. Read more
Have you ever wanted to take a cruise, but just weren’t sure if it was really something you’d want to do or not? Or do you think cruising is for old people, not for young, vibrant souls like yourself? Well then, come on board with us this weekend as Feminine Read more
Not today. Even when the river rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade ’til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a drawer in a box winking chalkily at me. Not today. When the church tower soars and it’s bells toll out a seductive Read more
She’s there, standing right there in front of him And the two steps forward separating their paths seem less heavy And less likely to cross than the Brooklyn Bridge In his steel toe Timberlands Waiting by the curb, twiddling her restless fingers Making fists inside her down coat pockets, and Read more