Celebrating Dreams
Every day this week, my dreams have been smiling at me. Swirling within my mind, cupping my cheeks, beaming at the steps I’ve made. It isn’t often I wake up with a smile dancing upon my lips, with a lightness settling across my bones, lifting them to the clouds. A…
Supporting Role
When I was in fourth grade, a boy told me he could hold off going to the bathroom longer than me. The bet was foolish, and all I would win was the knowledge that he was wrong. Yet I took him up on it. I sat on the bus as…
The Thief
When I was a child, there was a thief. I do not know how old I was. I do not know where I was. But he came into my room, steps light upon the rug, and stole from me my heart. Stole from me my soul. He stitched rocks in…
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…