Cry me a River

When rest has unfamiliar names, And coping skills of olden days Our smaller-selves compete to reign. Her’clean attempts to ascertain Control leap, unfettered, through the brain. Best plans of mice or men mislaid, For the flood oft thought disdained Taken over and reframed In words of weakness and of shame. Truth obscured though still the... Continue Reading →

Honest Farts

Early in the honeymoon phase of mine and my husband’s ten-year relationship, I had drifted into sleep while he quietly finished his book. Somewhere in the moments of early sleep and deep body relaxation, I let one rip. I have never in my life farted so loudly I woke myself up, but that night I... Continue Reading →

On “to thy own self be true”

"Woman or girl, Old ‘fore her time. Looking to please Looking to find The part of her self To which she was true Without biting back To save him or you. You and your senses So easily undone. Your sensibilities Pretending to run, Blush, and hide In uncomfortable fashion, Yet turn heel pursuing The first... Continue Reading →

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