prose

Sometimes a prompt or sometimes something more…

throwing away the one ring

At some point several years ago, I’d stopped wearing the diamond because my body was so sick that I couldn’t wear them without swelling problems. But the problem that was almost as big was that it pissed off my ex. Big time. He had an absolute fucking meltdown because how dare I embarrass him by…

Welcome back?!

I admit it wholeheartedly: I’ve been in a writer’s hell, a wordless purgatory for far too long. Not quite five years ago this Friday, I lied to the most dangerous person I’ve ever known when I told him I would see him in a few short months as I crawled down the hallway on hands…

A Cottage in Appalachia

I’ve been busily unpacking and settling into the first home I’ve properly had since I left for the hospital four and a half years ago. I had a deep feeling when I left that day that I wasn’t just saying see ya later to my pets and belongings, I was saying goodbye for good. It…

“DIY” ~ My Life’s Soundtrack

This song dropped this morning at 12:00 AM EST and I had already fallen in love with it when I saw a teaser for the first verse on Instagram. It is gritty, and foul mouthed, and raw, and has so much ugly truth that too many women I know understand. There are women who get…

even under ice

even under ice shoots of green grass grow stronglyseeking slivers of sunshineundeterred by winter‘s coldbe thou like the grass ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.

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