Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
For some, you will never quite be enough: “Too smart, too bold, too tough, Too thin, too flat, too nice, too meek, Too loud, too wild, too flawed, too weak.” Like leeches, their words drain the joy from your soul, Stripping self-love, leaving you unwhole. “To fix the body, to Read more
“Eighty years old and still looking good,” She says to me every time I come to volunteer. I smile. She smiles back. Five minutes pass. “Eighty years old and still looking good,” She says. Again. I smirk. Eyes twinkle Lightly. A chuckle. Ten minutes pass. I circle around the room, Read more
I don’t want to be a woman who can’t leave my house without lipstick on my lips. I’ll let the mirror crumble, turn to dust beneath my feet. My face is just my face not a canvas for your product not a portal for your pleasure not eye candy for Read more
The air conditioner’s hum has escaped through the unsealed door, Crinkles and crackles floating off with yesterday’s pollen. Heat begins to rise and muddle throughout the house— Too bad we’re frying bacon tonight. Hair and sleeves up, the air grows thick with a burnt taste. I clean the grease and Read more
There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful. –Ralph Waldo Emerson The vultures who roost in our oaks have terrible posture. Stooped, sad shoulders. Sometimes, they swoop from the trees to perch on our white fence in a macabre row. Songless birds of prey Read more
You can’t ask me to repeat any of it. If it’s written somewhere on a bathroom wall, it was shouted at the top of someone’s lungs. Obscenities in juxtaposition bordering on blasphemous spewed through windows rolled down, birds flying from clinched fists, horns honking, vehicles jerking and weaving between lanes Read more
I lift heavy hair off my neck and let the breeze diverge and collapse on my shoulders like cornsilk. The sky is still blue and the clouds hang migrating where the wind blows and I tell myself to see the beauty in this moment even if its wrenching my heart Read more
The internet swallowed me Began innocently enough many years ago. Excitedly anticipating those three words: You’ve got mail Here I am years later fully devoured Be it on phone, laptop or the not so social media, The internet’s brazen child. Floating amongst texts looking for syntax Relationship born and not Read more