I hate Valentine’s Day. By this I mean the commercialized version. In fact, I rag pretty hard on it the days leading up to its celebration. I love true, genuine love, probably excessively. The compass for this true love is … Continue reading Love.
Here’s the script and how it usually plays out. I open the weathered front door of my parent’s yellow Cape Cod style house and stumble into the kitchen groggily. Mumbling under my breath, wincing at every loud noise I make, … Continue reading Sixty-four and more.
Nothing is so vulnerable as nakedness. Before you get any ideas, I don’t mean solely physically–though that too is the concrete epitome of vulnerability. But for me, and for many, there is something more scary than our outward nakedness being … Continue reading Naked
This was once a spiral bound notebook I’m transcribing these handwritten words from. “You can’t have the wire,” she spoke sternly. I stared blankly at the floor. My eyes moved from the spot on the wall to the floor, tiled … Continue reading Spiral Bound
There comes a point when you have to let go, whether it’s a person, people, friends, family, situations, food, your body. The idea of control is an illusion, a complete fallacy. Generally speaking, the things we attempt to control end … Continue reading Short Stories 3.
“What did you take?” the nurse asked. “He didn’t say.” And that was that; my mind trailed off, lost and removed from a sentence I couldn’t finish. I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. I drowsily let my eyes … Continue reading Short Stories 2
It was Halloween time. I was in college and doing crunches in my friends dorm room as we got ready to go out. If I ate anything I’d run a mile for every calorie. ——— I was 16. I was … Continue reading Short Stories
“Don’t let them break you,” he told me. He stared at me intently, as if searching to see if his words were landing or hitting some place inside of me. He was looking at the inward flame although dim, still … Continue reading Thank you.
You made your decision, That life was worth living, Without me, Without me. Now you’re out of time, And I’m out of reach. I swore I would never sing about these kind of things. Yet you brought the memories; Rose … Continue reading Into The Sea
You are not your failures. You are not your shortcomings. You are not your weaknesses. You are not your circumstances. If you can lay hold of your identity, not defined and confined by your deeds and doings, but who you … Continue reading Major Keys