It was nauseating to listen to the high whine of the fly’s wings while I attempted to eat my breakfast. The sickening extension of each thick silence that stretched between moments of terror.
I’ve developed a recent fascination with graveyards. As morbid as that sounds, in an odd way they’re utterly beautiful. The air today smells of grass and approaching autumn; cool and sharp with a hint of falling leaves. It's quiet, a fact simultaneously chilling and comforting. Just the wind in the trees and the twittering of... Continue Reading →
The day’s fading fast now. Your dreaming won’t keep. I take hold of your hand as you're falling asleep. Since you can’t wait up for me, you go on upstairs, And keep the covers warm darling, I’ll join you there. When we said I do I knew how it would be. You’ve been awake twenty... Continue Reading →
A while back, I wrote up a post entitled What Good is a Roll Without Butter? about my dear brother-in-law Jonathan and how we composed a poem over the course of two days via text message. Another while back, my husband, brother-in-law, and I were out on a jaunt in the little ol' white Honda, and composed... Continue Reading →
I see you laying there flat on your back, Your limbs splayed out against a metal slab. Unclothed, exposed, cold skin and muscles slack, Hands poke and pull and nip and tuck and grab. Your innards are removed and in their place, Some cruel heart replaces them with fluff. With brush in hand they paint your pallid face,... Continue Reading →