Hell is where the heart is

Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.

The only problem in prison is the I

Finally got the damn poem to talk to me. All friggin week I’ve been writing and x’ing and scribbling and cursing. It finally came together thanks to a conversation. The only problem in prison is the I Brick by brick We built a cell Fat was one And crazy Wriggling fingers into the space The... Continue Reading →

But, who wrote this story?

After tomorrow, all of the horizons will be unfamiliar. It made me cry, even though I can’t wait to have the mountains as my horizon, the reality of everything being unfamiliar is so intimidating. Is it really though? Questioning thoughts have opened my eyes to reality. At first, I said yes. I have a hard... Continue Reading →

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