An Envelope full of half-written memoirs

When no one protects you I was given strong words too young.  “I hate you,” spit between the thin lips of my aunt, whose blown pupils delighted the car ride between towns with absurd humiliation.  Hills passed in the window behind her, fading in and out of shadow paths cast by the setting sun. HerContinue reading “An Envelope full of half-written memoirs”

I was too afraid

Little Rows of Flowers There’s a reason people turn their noses in disgust driving by their high school in their little hometown. Mine’s always been a spitball towards the slimy administration and teachers, hoping my pain would give them the strength to crawl closer to the next paycheck.  The crown was always worn by thoseContinue reading “I was too afraid”


Yesterday The biting wind chill blew leaves against my window and the tapping reminded me of the nighttime horror so long ago. Of lying awake in my bed too afraid to move as you climbed up the stairs at the crest of dawn, sniggering under your breath.  Then the way you lied, two-faced folly, waterContinue reading “Passing”

Bourbon, Time, and Roses

Banned “I wake up in an abyss,” is the sentence that got me in trouble.  It was the unfiltered thoughts of someone with depression.  It was the sentence that embarrassed me.  It was the thing that told me no one would help me.  It was my punishment for not lying about how I would overcomeContinue reading “Bourbon, Time, and Roses”

If I were to drift to sea

Lately, my words have fallen between the cracks. They have gone ignored, glossed over, and twisted into shapes I do not recognize them in anymore.  These words are my intentions, my thoughts, my emotions; they are the pieces of me I speak to the world.  And I have been shattered, yet I pick the piecesContinue reading “If I were to drift to sea”

I hope you’re miserable

Saturday I remember Halloween being on Saturday in the year of everything going swell and nothing ever going wrong 2020.  And every year I stand in front of the mirror pulling out clothes in my wardrobe that have not seen the light of day since they hung on a rack at the store.  And sinceContinue reading “I hope you’re miserable”

Status check- probably not

Self-destruction I love to indulge in self-destructive behaviors by scrolling through the “about me” pages on other people’s blogs, instagram, and magical link-post websites just to remind myself of the only accomplishment I have to date, which is living with two different types of depression.  But even as I read through other people’s accomplishments, IContinue reading “Status check- probably not”

Tipped is the heart-shaped mountain

When the sun sinks low to the heavy horizon, never to close its stern sleepy eyes, the cascade of shadows sweep across the mountains of the valley where I live until pointed peaked-tops are colored black.  So many settle in the country hills, the isolation of towns spread out for miles, to pick up andContinue reading “Tipped is the heart-shaped mountain”

A Thought on Interpersonal Activism

I’ve been told throughout my life that if I’m really passionate about something, then I should participate in activism. While activism is an important part of planting the seed of change (and enabling capitalist systems), the scale is not conducive for everyone.  Activism occupies a larger platform, one that requires money, time, and energy thatContinue reading “A Thought on Interpersonal Activism”