I Gave Myself September (2)

Read part 1 here Not a lot of people cheat death once, let alone 3 or 6 or x or n … More

I Gave Myself September (1)

Content warning: recurrent theme of suicidal ideation Days and weeks and months, indeed whole years, that I never wanted, expected … More

she looked like a girl I knew but stranger a creature dental-floss hair ice in her eyes tattoos on her … More

Another spontaneous Saturday night, you and I, rock and roll and warm white wine. We share a moondance, barely clothed, … More

Pain depends on me to be its host: suffering is the needy child, and I’m the parent who never says … More

We’re not calling them ‘scars’ anymore. They are a memorial to my many misadventures, a memento of misguided madness, a … More

I am a bible carved out of stone, sitting quietly in the corner of the empty prison cell of your … More

I went to your funeral yesterday. It was a showy affair, with your name spelled out in flowers and everyone you’ve … More

I leave his house without kissing him goodbye and hurry down the empty street. I hear him bolting the door behind … More

“What on earth happened to your face?” She closed her eyes, tilted her head down so that her chin was … More