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  • god(s) and fate

    I dated a guy who defined his religious beliefs as apathetic; he thought the search for God/gods and spirituality such a bore. I liked his stance because it gets too big and my answers more cynical to bother with it. So I became agnostic on a decisive day and simply silent or confused the rest…

  • Pink Death

    Just the other day I was telling someone about how assault rifles and Rambo-sized clips are bullshit for civilian use and how all those babies at Sandy Hook didn’t have to die in a spray of bullets and at least if motherfucker didn’t just have to pull one itty-bitty trigger, things might have turned out…

  • Anticipatory Heart Attack: a meager attempt to celebrate heart awareness

    There’s nothing I fear more than a heartbeat. The negative space of it: its absence. Our hearts kill us more often than not. It’s statistically so. It’s figuratively so. And so I try to keep time with the tides that change but never stop.

  • Blizzard

    It was the hiss that gave me pause As it came controlled and sure from the window Taking its time The “sss” extending longer than a breath should It wasn’t a breath Not a warning Manifestation of an old friend’s chords: Go, go!

  • shoulder

    I’m on my own Receptionless Fire in the place Fire in the hole The red lights come on in my car as if inflammed by some vague disease that’s silently bubbling up from bone marrow There’s a short circuit in my circuit There’s a short circuit in my circus Something’s amiss I’m receptionless This side…

  • Travel Plans

    The situation as it is is this: I find myself contemplating whether I should take Poppy with me when I travel. More specifically, her ashes. She hated car rides so I think she’d be okay with staying home. On the other hand, I think she should be with family. Practical considerations have a way of…

  • Waiting

    She came into my life the year your father left. They breathed the same air in my world for 3 months.   For 3 years since he died  I’ve been waiting on profound insights. For 18 days since she died I’ve been waiting on profound insights. Now I get it.   There aren’t any.

  • Stage 2 Anger

    The **** giveth and the **** taketh away But *** is a little bitch Who takes all the Poppies away.

  • Sewing

    Thread 1: Lucy saved me Tuesday and Wednesday from coming home to an empty window where Poppy used to sit, faithfully waiting for me (Picture 1). Yesterday, there was only an empty window and a slit in the curtains that Poppy would poke her head through (Picture 2). Thread 2: The other day I was…

  • Where the Hell Have I Been?

    I may activate your gag reflexes. My blog has laid dormant but not forgotten. My time has been spent doing academic writing for the grad class I’m taking and learning how to be a better writing instructor. It’s been an interesting outlet. For those who don’t know, I am a crazy student who likes to…