yellow ribbons

There are moments when I have the sense he’s messing with all of the neat little packages lining my shelves. Things I’ve wrapped up carefully, put away, to be looked at much, much later. One at a time with large spaces of time in between. If at all. “Where were you living and what were […]

the photojournalist

Regardless of whether or not he’s aware of it, I know already that the photojournalist and I are involved in a dynamic that is larger than either of us, the purpose of which I have yet to fully comprehend. Outwardly, we seem caught in a competition to see which of us can be more. The […]

upheave me

You know that thing where you feel like you can’t breathe properly and you wake up in the middle of every night in a crippling state of inexplicable terror and your now raw and tender body becomes allergic to itself? Yeah. Well, so, that’s been happening. Not cool. Back against the wall, this time I’m […]

because my soul wants to overflow

Sometimes (all the time) I get scared that men will want something from me. Something heavier, more hidden, than my attention, my time. Something that will require I give an explanation. Even when I have nothing to say. Sometimes (all the time), I believe this. You either get me or you don’t. “But all I […]

the currents that run through me

mostly because it’s so cold out, and the only color is grey, and i don’t want to be here. “c’mon, woman. time to get up,” he says, gently spanking me. the subsequent sounds as pulls on his pants, zips up his fly, fastens his belt. i’m curled around my own torso, snuggled too deep beneath. […]

lovey, the teen-aged queen

Lovey turns 13 today. For those of you who don’t know who Lovey is, shame on you. You clearly have not been paying enough attention to me or going over the details of my life with the fine tooth comb I provided in the form of a blog. Fine.┬áLet’s review: Who is Lovey? Is she […]