Shaving Off Sorrow

Take your hands off my philosophy What do you care if I cannot fall in love with myself anymore? What…

The Betrayal of Jacob Marley: Finis

BETRAYAL There is much to say about being kind. How do I speak of others’ unkindness as a pattern threading…

To be alone is to care for my own needs on all levels. I am spoiled by this self-relationship, not…

Dearest I cannot write you into my life again It seems two month’s passing does not erase A year of…

There’s a Ren & Stimpy birthday card where they harmonize about having so many candles on the cake, keep the…

The beginning is farther away than ever, what with another birthday lining up. I don’t remember the beginning anymore, so…

This August is a scratchy thing to cuddle with, dull & smelling vaguely of rot. I move in & out…

I am caught by the peculiar gravity of life, its sheer & unexpected weight. I am “impressed” by it in…

All the long, nonpareil days of August, I waited Walking beaches incessantly Combing the tides for word from you Only…

My life has been sectioned off pretty securely. There was being a child, a ‘tween, a teen, etc. But when…