PURR

Grief overwhelmed me yesterday.I thought 12 months of grieving were coming to a close.I think about her every day. When I walk in the door at night, I still speak to her as if she’s perched on the top shelf of her condo. Today, while scrolling Facebook, I came across a short video of a… Continue reading PURR

One of the Last Acts of Motherhood

Lately, I’ve found myself thinking about death. Not in a dark way, and not because I believe it is waiting just around the corner. Perhaps it is simply part of getting older. The years move faster now than they once did, and every so often I find myself thinking about what happens when my journey… Continue reading One of the Last Acts of Motherhood

Any Time She Pleased

My room is dark,except for the glow pouring infrom the full Harvest moon. The power’s out on the block.I haul deeply from my self rolled joint,exhaling thick grey plumesthrough the second floor window screen. Pink Floyd’s album The Wall is blaring —loud enough for any neighborwho wants to listen. Tears roll down my cheeks.My left… Continue reading Any Time She Pleased