Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
“He has about six quality months left.” “And then?” “Hmm . . . would you like a glass of water?” “No. What then?” “He will lose his speech and, eventually, he will be paralyzed. Would you like a tissue?” Aby blinked very fast. “Are you saying he will,” she swallowed Read more
So we’ve reached January. Usually the most depressing month of the year. With the year we’ve just had it’s hard to imagine anything more depressing coming at us. Oh … wait … January the 20th got ya. This is the month where we try to make good on our New Read more
I crumple on the exam table, feeling small and dusty like a battered moth. Eventually, the grease on my body began to congeal after days of not showering. Now I am coated. When the doctor re-enters the room, I will myself to perk up, to appear a less wilted. I Read more
the torn silk edges of the clouds against cottonblue skies the field trembling with the windswept elizabethan ruffs of yellowblushed daisies a jaundiced sunset hunched against violet crush of encroaching tempest fleshly canvas stretched over yellow-white marrowthreaded frame of bone such transient loveliness, and all so unbearably sad it turns Read more
I spent the afternoon talking to my stepdad about Vietnam and how he dragged his co-pilot from their broken down fighter jet, waiting too long for the slow bird that wafted down into the elephant grass. How he pushed his blood back into his chest with his balled-up fist, cursing Read more
He tells me that when he dies He wants to be buried To be still in his skin Remain as whole Remain as one. When he asks me if I want to be buried too I say that I don’t know. I ask him if it really matters. I think Read more
‘Don’t throw me to the wolves’, I said but cancer had your brain by then. Along with bone, and skin and hair. I have things to tell you that I couldn’t. I am a late starter, lost my virginity at 18 to the video repair man, in the spare bedroom Read more
“Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister After the murder, my prayers went something like this: “Help me. God, help me. Please, fucking help Read more