Truly, the way she viewed her life was through the lilt of poetry. Words cradling all love and fear and hopes in their sinewy formations; stringy and tough and dependable are words. Read More
The more stress and fatigue applied to a muscle the stronger it gets over time. The heart has calloused. Dancers feet. Days and days of spinning around on one foot. It is tough and chewy. Read More
It felt civil to remain silent; it felt strong to temper anger; felt dignified to deny retribution. Read More
Is this how we’re supposed to grow? Sideways? Out of ourselves? Stretching ourselves all over our lived experiences? Read More
She looked so innocent and drunk and eyes glazed over. Read More
I haven’t created a world in which I can be happy without him, I’ve created a world in which I can keep my head above water. Read More