Category: Uncategorized
-
Today I started off writing from the prompt: “I will be happy when…” a prompt I used to just ROCK out on endlessly, and I realized I can no longer easily write to that. It made me laugh out loud. Huh! I am happy now. Not every minute. But now. I am right now. And…
-
Another day, another prompt. Today I let my worry stone do the writing. Find something or choose someone, and let them write to you. See what happens. Dear E, Finally. I get to tell you my worries. About damn time. Our relationship, up until now, has been entirely one way. From that moment on the…
-
Prompt: Close your eyes. Breathe. Name a fear you have. Breathe again. Now, write about where it lives in your body. 10 minutes, go: My fear is not being understood by the people I love. This fear lives in the dungeon of my throat. It is the murky water at the bottom of a bottomless…
-
You’ve got to stay sane however you can.
-
My phone case is shiny plastic, scarred now from use. It is the color of a cartoon character’s eyes, the mischievous female sidekick with a heart of gold’s eyes, eyes that sparkle and pop out from the screen a bright teal-y blue not found in nature. The edges surrounding the black glass face of the…
-
It’s been twenty-five years since my mom died. Of course I always wished I had been able to compare notes on motherhood with her (she died just weeks after my firstborn came into the world). But now what strikes me is how much I’d like to be able to talk with her about roles. About…
-
someday I’ll love Elaine Olund (after Ocean Vuong/after Frank O’Hara/after Roger Reeves) Someday I’ll smile every time I bump into myself. Even when that self is a mess, an ooze, tears and unwashed hair undone tasks and hiccups and wrinkles and regrets that smell like Marlboro Lights and malt liquor And I’ll smile even when…
-
No words, just a picture.
-
Sunday Morning: a sketch pillows play on the daybed housecat swishes her tail radio paints music chocolate-dark delicious as my espresso the Swedish horse with the broken leg assesses my mental state the coffee cup outlines the circle of its base onto the table my sandals inscribe lines on my feet, a loose sundress erases…
-
It’s high time. I have to have a talk with my Self. I jump right in. It’s going to be awkward, what I have to say. And Self can be very—fragile and defensive. No sense in beating around the bush. “Self,” I begin (because it’s always good to call people by name, to personalize it,…
eeo 