Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
When we talk about grief, people often imagine it arrives like a thunderclap in the very moment a loved one dies, followed by an immediate aftermath and the early tears. But for many of us who’ve lived it, grief isn’t loud. Sometimes it simmers quietly for years, showing up as Read more
a mama walks against the wind protecting her baby and its head but the mama looks at me like I was the hurricane instead. i gave her the benefit of the doubt—knowing how much, like the tornado, I have blared and blown! all the while Nas and the Marleys be Read more
Because there’s not enough time. Because there’s too much time, sometimes, pressing against our heads. Shakespeare said, “Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.” Each mortal wears a time crown. Sometimes we reject this crest. Squander it. Writers strive to be responsible with time. To freeze, revise, control it. Read more
My husband walks in on us and says, “You are going too far: Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and now today too?” He doesn’t understand the pull of the muse when my mind goes blind seeing, hearing nothing. Nothing but words begging to be caressed into being, literary waterfalls decimating Read more
(a cento, mostly) “The days go by waiting for better times.” I Day after day we sat in the library of our isolated country house, listening to the voices on the radio with an increasing sense of doom — Hitler and Dolfuss, Eden and Chamberlain, schoolchildren and soldiers singing Fascist Read more
when you write it down write it heart-loud write it first in burgundy like the blood that pulses through each of our veins, insecure it waits there in the quiver of the readying call-to-action that trauma throws into motion—it’s the healing write through this with me take a Read more
I am in Santa Monica. It is a sunny April day. The temperature is 80 degrees. Perfect beach culture weather. Near the Pier and down Ocean Avenue, the beautiful Pacific view is overrun by the homeless. Mostly men, dressed in t-shirts, jeans, and slipshod sneakers. They hold half-crushed coffee cups Read more
