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I Think I Need a Husband
“I need a husband.” “He has to be white and affluent though.” was the next line. This was only half a joke. I wrote this message when…
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Wild Nights
I have a yearning for chocolate as the weather has turned grey again this late afternoon. And so, just near six o’clock and murky twilight…
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Remember, Remember
People have looked at me a bit strangely when I’ve arrived at stays with a 40″ flat screen television in tow. I think this is what scared…
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The Accidental Theory
The sharp shriek of rubber on dim lit linoleum takes me back three years in time as suddenly as it pierces the silence. That and the smell.
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Accelerate
They’re on a low-lit off the beaten track. Loud enough music drowns out a dishonest silence. The early evening stars…
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the door
I’ve kinda fallen in love with you already you know I mean I know you’re there and I’m here and she’s there and I’m not and I don’t even
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the beginning
and you wonder how much more – how much more can you lose? how much more can you grieve? how many more goodbyes forever?
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You Can’t Hurry Time
Sally Jansen walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down. The sun glinted merrily off the crashing waves below her as she, silent and
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not in a good way
you get me high and not in a good way coiled up tight wired til five up all night not in a good way in the in-between everything
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again
you make me soften again i suddenly see the sky differently again an unending possibility of easy like Sunday mornin’
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no small apology
a low moan whining air time winding through the anxious bowels of it’s-all-on-the-line is nothing embarrassing or controllable anymore
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the toll
I remember the night I stopped running to pay the price of others’ expectations and lay awake in the dark waiting
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Got Cancelled?
I keep seeing stories about cancel culture. I got cancelled fucking huge time and it was the best thing to happen
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astral
in silent darkness when matter’s not i spread myself wide unending wondering if you feel my longing
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connecting
On. Off. on and off. busy Doing Hard Time and distraction from things that fill a Soul. avoidance of all joy and sorrow equally measured
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the invisible people
It took an hour to walk those streets home and on the way I saw where I was without the illusion of middle class comfort and pretense
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nights are hardest
Nights are hardest. Time slows down, dark descends quietly and the past grows ever more restless
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#notallwomen
It’s time for some accountability, bitches. It’s taken me a long time to sit down and write this…