I can’t find the ground under my feet so I look to the only place I know how to be. In the spaces between words. In the thoughts that become assembled by letters arranged into coherence, poorly punctuated. It is a recurrent theme that I find myself crawling out of the pit that was the […]
I am a woman alone. So the self-help book my friend gave me keeps repeating. “On my own- the art of being a woman alone” then an image of a woman dressed in white standing by an infinity pool- how hopeful, she’s rich. No, the book is not a swipe at my relationship status. This […]
Internet Fam- Hello. I’m still on that fiction ban. Let’s see what it’s doing to me. “ Thanks for tuning into my channel! Leave a comment below! 🙂 ” The wind is pushing nature around, bullying the trees by my window. The leaves are pressed and released against glass, scratching to get inside. It is […]
The first year: I bring yellow roses because I’m mad. I realized you are dead. And I am angry. The second year: I bring red roses because I’m sorry for being petty. I find acceptance. The third year: I bring washed-out pink roses because that was the choice, that or orange. They didn’t have red […]
I am so grateful for all my material possessions and the relationships I cultivate to prop up my fragile ego. Hello! The Little Heroine, she is negative. Danger! Danger! My doctor accused me of being bipolar. I will acknowledge that I do have generalized anxiety. Good job Doc, I mean, he just wouldn’t buy that […]
Let’s get honest and high and drunk. I’m back. I took some valium, I’m drinking raspberry absolut (the only hard liquor in my house) and I just put down “the meditations of marcus aurelius” to read “he’s just not that into you”. I’m on a fiction ban. Salmon Rushdie only reads poetry when he’s writing […]
My last post was June. Muy bad. True confession- I can’t publish what I write. It was all a bit too scathing, even for me. I wrote a piece about how I hate my Twin Flame, titled “Letter to the Dead”. Festive. I wish I had the guts to post it to him but I […]
Where is the safety I seek? Here on paper. By myself, within myself. I’m losing my shit. I’m so fragile I think I might break. Is it always about surviving? MB says no. Life is too beautiful and the future so undefined that it’s not about surviving the day to day, there is more. I […]
Hello my love, I apologise for my neglect. Of course, there has been emotional turmoil. After all, it is me. I don’t really want to talk about it. I’m so tired, my nightmares are back. And I’m finding it difficult to find a space to be. I feel isolated but not lonely, I can’t reach […]
Two years and I think that the wound has become a scar. Yesterday was the second year death anniversary of my dead friend. It wasn’t bad. I stood there and it felt ok, like I had made peace with it. The dead have the easiest job. I sat there smoking a cigarette with him thinking, […]