Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Mom woke me up late one night by rubbing my shoulder and whispering: “Whit, get up. There’s a full moon. Come into the living room.” She and Dad had quietly pulled the box holding my telescope out from under my bed and set it up. I had become interested in Read more
I am your mother the birth-blood on your forehead a fedora the milk nipple a trough gone dry I am coyote cry that curls from your throat spittle that chokes your forlorn moan the wolf’s rattling howl I am Pontius Pilate the hammer the nail the washer of feet I Read more
When I was a girl, the worst thing I could imagine was being alone yet, here I am, sweeping through each day without benevolent counsel and making it— waking up to find these people are my people, unaided and I haven’t an ear to bend when I am unsure or Read more
If Tina wasn’t so damn hard, I probably wouldn’t be doing this, but even a dog gets tired of being kicked after a while. In a year and a half, I’ll be eighteen anyway, so cutting out early’s no big whoop. Wonder if she even knows I’m gone. The manager Read more
The April Mom died, I resisted going East, believing that if I didn’t go, she wouldn’t die. I did not want her spry, wise, funny light extinguished. But my second daughter, then fifteen, looked at me with scorn and said, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m going to Read more
I like to read books
and watch the sunset
pull dirt out of sentences.
