There was nothing on the nightstand but your glasses and ereader. Pooled in a small beam of light they stood out in the corner of the room. A pair together they summed up all of you. The bespectacled and the well-read. That was all I could say I knew of you. Always reading. Always with… Continue reading Call Your Mother

**This is fictional non fiction** CW: abuse The cherry blossoms will be out soon. They make such a pretty halo over the sidewalks and city causeway. I don't especially like the mess they leave afterward. But such is nature. The beauty might be fleeting, a supernova event that burns out for another day. The beauty… Continue reading Cherry Blossoms

I’ve constantly worked most of my life to ensure everything was ok. My job was to make sure everything was copacetic. Everything was smooth. People were content. Their needs were met. They could achieve their goals. They could find a heart to unload upon. They could count on me to listen. Everything would be ok.… Continue reading See Myself

The calendar tells me my birthday is soon. Which is great, if you’re into birthdays. I suffer simultaneously with wanting acknowledgement that my birthday is happening and absolute dread that I am getting attention for this auspicious to no one day. It’s quite a conundrum. And one I know is quite common. Not enjoying your… Continue reading Birthday’s Suck – Sort Of

The past week I’ve read some thoughtful and thorough and engaging posts on bodies and body image and what we do with that at any one point. I haven’t anything really to offer by way of better insight. It’s not as cohesive in manner that's for sure.  To be honest for most of my adult… Continue reading On Bodies

I began this stream of consciousness on another tangent entirely the other day. I thought I was focused on one thing when I'm still working on the thing I'm always working on these days, me. Which is quite interesting in and of itself. To lay way yourself to a query and do all your due… Continue reading Project Me

I’ve tried writing for a week or so now. Not as if I’m blocked or anything, I just can’t feel I have anything to say at the moment. The irony of that is I have a lot of tabs open in my head. Partial searches, pieces of thoughts, incremental spaces, and lots of feelings. Nothing… Continue reading Tender Heart

The days get longer from here on out. Or so you say. The days get warmer from this day forward. Or so you say. The dark gives over to light. Or so you say. My heart turns over beats for you. Or so you say.

A tableau envisioned time and again erases a fading picture. Time and again I return to look at myself like Dorian Gray. Time and again I’m screaming at that reflection in the mirror, my canvas; who is she, what is she doing, why is she? It’s an existential question. It’s a self-centered point of view.… Continue reading Paint Me