My ventures from the room became more frequent and it was generally the same route. The nurse walked alongside me as I haltingly put one foot in front of the other moving down the hall past the other residents lying in their beds so much worse off than me. The guy with the metal halo around his head and casts on both arms and legs, the mummy with the bandages covering every inch of his or her skin, and the boy who looked okay, just asleep, but wasn’t either. Continue reading
you’ve known me to lie
lie on the teriyaki sauce floors
lie on the duct taped leather seats Continue reading
i find comfort in the darkness of others
it becomes the spices i bite into when eating my mothers food Continue reading
Scenic excursions are good for the mana. With amigos and contraband, they transcend to higher caliber. Two summers ago I reunited with my Day Ones to voyage across clandestine lands in Wisconsin. Fish were caught and devoured as whiskey was guzzled, laughs were shared and challenged as stars light lit up the night sky. If any wisdom can be taken from moments like these, none can argue that adventures are waiting to be had. Continue reading
My tow-truck driver tells me his wife says this to him when he doesn’t want to—doesn’t want to go to work, doesn’t want to do the dishes, doesn’t want the Roku left on Once Upon a Time when there’s a new season of Voltron. I would never tell my husband this and he knows it. He knows I wouldn’t just make him act like a better person, I would make him be a better person.
Greetings from the Southeast!
We can’t believe it’s been six years. Six years of poetry, prose, photography and everything in-between. Continue reading
“I love roads:”
by Edward Thomas
My nomad heart is, of course,
mad for travel, street-mad, made
for movement, Saami blood, Continue reading