voice

“B”

I thought I knew you from another room, but you said your name was Gaby and I only knew one of you, (and I didn’t want to know Gabby again). So I crumpled up “b” into a box, pushed it to the back of my closet, burned the closet, and looked up, at you. Continue reading ““B””

Grief

I suppose all I can do is feel it when it comes, and devote my life to loving in a way he, too, deserved to love. for all those we have loved and lost February 3, 2016

just a part of me

I grew up in a world where it was not okay to be quiet– in some ways, I still live there. … Soccer practices, soccer games, school hallways, overflowing lunchrooms family parties, hanging out with friends. … Being labeled, The Quiet One felt like wearing an oversized sweater, one I could sink into and neverContinue reading “just a part of me”

Come Meet Me

Come meet me, and all the other voices that live inside your head. …… I am no more. ….. You will listen and listen and listen but you will create no more. …. You can write about fear You can look at it straight in the face … Your ability to heal is profound. ..Continue reading “Come Meet Me”

I, You, and Me

“There’s no need to play with my heart.” … I never realized just how badly you hurt me … But the beauty is that it is not “me” that you hurt. … I am human, a continuous self not stagnant, sitting on a shelf … I have learned and I have moved away from theContinue reading “I, You, and Me”

Feel my voice like a finger plucked across a rubber band vibrations ringing through the air breaking no twilight, no dawn, only silence. If you were so blessed with a voice– use it! Proudly, wisely, powerfully, thoughtfully, because a voice transfers more than words, it moves worlds from brain to tongue, words I’mContinue reading “Voice”

Together

To say I live the highest life would not be far off course for I sail to my own wind– it turns the sails as I do. … And yet I know the voices in your head can lead you off track as your own voice sinks down to a lost narrative– until you finally riseContinue reading “Together”

Mine

I remember the first time I knew I had a voice. The high school cafeteria, the salty pizza–the salted pretzels hanging in the air as my story concludes, “And I laid there until the police showed up,” To my house? My body surrounded by laughter I concocted how how can this be? I washContinue reading “Mine”