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Smoke Signals of Thought – Self Sabotage
For as long as I can remember, creative pursuits have been important to my wellbeing. As a small, terrified child, drawing or writing or really making anything with my hands was an escape…
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After All This Time
I get impatient with myself. I’ve had over 30 years to put myself back together again, yet here I am still finding pieces. As far as I’ve come, the journey seems endless. I’ll…
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It’s Easy to Get Lost Down Here
It starts with a single thought; a simple notion. It starts with a breath and the first heartbeat of the morning. It starts and I find myself sinking down. I find myself dreaming.…
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The Day You Left
I hate the way you look your skin freezing in the air conditioning You didn’t move when I shook you and I started screaming What happened to you my love What has happened…
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Prelude to September
I used to have a blog that I posted to daily for several years. This blog was an outlet for me to explore a grief that I recently realized is largely unknown to…
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Monster
A woman and a little girl sat by a babbling winter river. They sat close enough to touch and watched the swirls of clear, cool water swim by. The grey winter sunlight through…
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A Patch of Sky
I don’t look up enough, at least not in a meaningful way. I’m always watching where I’m going, point A to point B, or looking down at my feet or my phone. I’m…
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From a Second Floor Bathtub in the Rain
As I lower myself through steam, I’m transported to a place without time. It’s just me, this water, and this room. I sink into myself. Water ripples the hair at my temples while…
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On the Hill
Cool prairie wind blows strands of hair across my brow. We are surrounded by people. Some I know and some I don’t. Their wet eyes are on us. Across the field is the…