Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Emily resisted going to bed. She wasn’t ready for the onslaught of thoughts waiting behind closed eyes. She typed his name into the search bar. This time, the top result wasn’t his LinkedIn profile. It was an obituary. Colon cancer. Four months ago. Four months. He’d been dead for four Read more
Isn’t it always and hasn’t it always been a voice answering a voice? The voice outside with its multiple morning voices of bluebird and robin and finch, the evening canticles of owls, the polyrhythms of crickets, the drone of the tanpura wind in the tops of distant trees like a Read more
She comes to me in dreams fluid, morphing, alive, made real. Here, swimming in lost consciousness, I can caress her face tell her I love her without falter – no stumbling blocks exist, only accessible inked rivers, free-flowing, boundless… This inky swirled land is our playground and her calligraphy a Read more
We fight ourselves off every day The temptations for self hatred Gather ‘round for sentencing at the Crown Court We go into battle eyes to God, hand to Chest Young boys drum For the new citizenry Stopped in tracks by musket balls Worse bayonets Worse hand to hand combat with Read more
after Priscilla C. At the end of August, swallows make their dip and turn in the descending wind, cross the lake’s turbid water, where a killer, both drunk and aroused (the one she met on a dating app), dumped her on the side of the road, poured kerosene Read more
They say I am too much, too grand in my gestures, too slick with shine, as if my smile is lacquered on like paint over rot. As if my joy was tearing at the seams. They accuse —pretender, actress, But I know this: I have never been more true than Read more
Sometimes when I lay awake on a hot summer night listening to the chorus of crickets outside my bedroom window in the hazy gauze of the southern town I landed in somehow like an arrow in the garden or a bow upon a gift, hidden, waiting I remember When the Read more
Before the rising, there was excruciating silence. A million deaths beneath the skin—unnamed, insistent. Felt keenly, ignored. Then came the cracking—full, unrelenting—no gentle undoing. Only the collapse of all self-abandonment once held together. She watched, relegated to the back seat as mind and soul retreated from the noise. Choosing solitude Read more