Three
Each morning, I open my blinds and reveal my windowsill plants. Mint crowds the right side, long and thick. I had worried about it before it sprung, watering while cilantro budded immediately, reaching for the sky, spreading out to the fullest the planting can allowed it. Mint had taken…
May 5, 2020
Make a fist and release In the morning, I wake to find more pain. Today my hands join in the chorus of chaos in my gut. I remember the frustration, the denial, the hatred, all from the day before. The stress of being out of work, the fury of being…
Ribs and Wombs
Content Warning: Gore, Bodily Harm A previous piece, somewhat linked to this one. There’s a lot of hurt there, between my ribs. I’ve known it for years, and have listened to it fest and churn, to eat away the cartilage, suck out the marrow, and crack the bones…
Ramblings on Woolf
I think often of Woolf and the way we treated her. There is much to say about the Muse and its slipping existence from the creative world. How as time passed, creatives stopped placing their abilities on this phantom Muse, stopped attributing part of their successes and failures to this…