carry on

Maybe having my baggage checked isn’t about putting it away, but rather opening it up to take a look-see at who it is that I am sharing . . .

Beardo’s Day

Let’s bring death, to life.

Revolution MAID

So I am leaving my thesis until the end of this piece, and I am hoping that you are with me as I put forward the argument that MAID is at the forefront of a revolution in healthcare.

Still

What if . . . we hadn’t yet learned to trust movement. And now here we are.

armadillo

And then like a pool cue, his inner child propelled mine forward with a slow roll and a pocket.

Death

We don’t talk about how relationships never end …. it feels … like reaching through air.

star born

“You realize we are sisters again, now that we are free.”

“Yes,” she said.

my resting place

I ground myself into the earth.
Here.

Pinkie

I love you. Your forehead; my lips. Your rings; my giving. Your lifeless body; my ring. My ring; your body leaving. My longing; your pinkie finger. My decision; topaz side by side. I love you.

Narrative on a Wound

The wound, the wound. You know that bearded man, the one who died? The one who died angry, who wrapped himself around me and I led him out? Well it’s been a year now and I’ve been angry (again). He never said good bye.