the sticky dread that never washes off

these are unedited and unfiltered thoughts that I don’t know where else to place. They are not witty or rehearsed … More

when suffering follows

after two blissful years, where my body was free and my mind rinsed of the cortisol baths it once floated … More

Dear Rob, Sitting in the middle of our life still together, bound so lovingly together, its a miracle I guess. … More

One of my super powers is my ability to move on easily. From things, from people, from past experiences. I’m … More

Middle of the wayMiddle of the roadin the middle of somethingthat’s how it goes.It’s the middle of the nighton the … More

I was once a very young, very good rider. I was horse obsessed from the very beginning, day dreamed about … More

I don’t have an incredibly large collection of childhood memories. What I have intact are small slivers of things that … More

the other day Rob said that cars were a form of time travel. That they serve as this vessel of … More

I’ve stared at the on and off solid vertical line the line which indicates intention and demands expectation I must … More

I laid atop the earth for the first time in many years. It was nearly involuntary, as it pulled me … More