A Hiatus and a Return

A hiatus is good for a writer’s soul every now and again, even if it is not great for her SEO. I’m at peace with that because I’m a whole person and not just a Google machine, pumping out post after post. I needed a chance to breathe for a…

hope

the problem with hope is that you don’t know it’s false until you’ve hoped too much the problem with hope is that it paints such an amazing picture in your head but it actually turns out to be a bunch of stick figures and scribbles the problem with hope is…

When Beasts Stir

            (when foolishly seeking            illusive and mythic beasts) open your hands to catch your breath             (dropping pain from memory) Peel away skins of bitterness and layer on freckled vulnerability. build pyres of looming specters, only to shred them for…

Mania’s Midnight

tick tick tick the ticking (always ticking) of the clock and its seconds the seconds winding their way around and            Inside out the mulberry bush            the seconds wound me round the neck the clock just in time to hear it mock in constant consternation, the consistent continuation of night’s suffocation…

Seventeen

Seventeen years ago today I became a mother for the first time. My little boy — who’s not so little anymore — was born the day after I locked up my classroom for Christmas Break and three days before Christmas. It was a difficult birth, and it seemed like though…