Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
The day after spending Christmas with family, I received a text message from a close relative. You are a self-centered piece of crap. Good riddance. You’re not welcome here ever again. Period. Everything was planned at our expense. What the fuck did I plan? What the fuck is everything? I Read more
Music enters my dream. It is distant, indistinct. Then, I am awake. I can still hear it. A guitar, one note over and over but changing. It is the middle of the night. I keep my eyes closed, trying to hold on to that flimsy layer of sleep out of Read more
They say “the body remembers.” Somewhere in my mind, the intrusive sound of the soles of men’s sensible shoes slapping onto the shiny floors throughout the corridors still haunts me now and then. Sitting on a shelf labeled “incongruity,” the sudden thunder of racing footsteps filling the hushed, echoey hallways Read more
I wrote EMBERS AND ASH some years ago. I don’t remember the precise day; I only remember the unlucky circumstance. I needed to come home. I was unwell. Truth? I was out of my fucking mind, and the only person I wanted, needed and trusted was the one who birthed Read more
8:00 am I cannot believe I am showering, getting dressed, and putting on makeup at this ungodly hour on a Saturday. I would have had endless time to lollygag but my brother decided to move Christmas dinner to Saturday so one of his fiancé’s daughters and her family could attend. Read more
It was winter. The boy…young man…child… (he was all at once) sat on the frozen ground in the middle of the football field looking up at the clear night sky. Black-blue background dotted with the white pinprick specks of stars. The moon was gibbous, waxing. The boy lifted his right Read more
Every Sunday, before she prayed, My mother peeled three Vidalia onions For dinner, chopping them into pretty White teeth. I curled beneath her feet At first, rubbing my small fingers over Her beige legs, smooth as an onion. Later, I sat Zen on a plastic chair, bare Thighs sticky against Read more
dawn’s morning light heavy dew sparkling on fields made of glass carrying my babies safe in the womb a gentle caress from my husband’s sure hand waiting for twilight to reveal its moon swimming weightless in azure blue watching my children grow strong into their own sensing I love you Read more