When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →
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.
This is a poem I wrote over the summer as my best friend created an amazing mural. When you close your eyes, what do you see? The glistening pools of infinity, Or are you mourning upon a desolate sea? Where do you come from? Who is your home? Where is the space between you... Continue Reading →
Facebook asked me what I would want to do if I won the lottery. So, the odds of winning the lottery are 1 to 175 million, on average. Did you know, in order to be born, you were 1 of roughly 80 to 1800 million sperm? Your birth was quite literally winning the sperm lottery.... Continue Reading →
Editor’s note: While I will make every attempt to make my writing funny and approachable, please know my content is not for everyone. I am talking about dark, painful issues that you may have no experience with. You may have experience with them, and not want to relive them. I am talking about various forms... Continue Reading →
I saw a poem on Facebook this morning, and I posted it to the Husband's timeline, because it has never felt like a more accurate description. "...To be loved like a poet loves words..." My God, I feel like every time I write a poem it's some sort of vocabularian masturbation. Word whacking aside, this... Continue Reading →