I ran to the hills to catch a breath, a few breaths, some new fucking lungs.I needed time,Everyone needs time sometimes, Despite what we’re raised to believe. I needed my memory and in these hillsthe last they were seen.The smell alone was enough, The cedar, the soil.And just as I suspected, they arrived. Many say you can’t live … Continue reading To the Hills
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Whimsy
What a beautiful line you balance.Taking in the world with grace,Gaining so much wisdom from being quiet, observant, stoic,Only to turn around and flip all that is stiff and serious, a jungle gym for your pleasure.Living between both worlds,Never hardening, only receiving.Softening at the perfect moments and finding room in the heaviest. Art by Teresa Moralez
House Call
“What the fuck are you doing here?”I must have blacked out or something. I guess not completely out of character but when I came to I was standing in the middle of a hollowed out tree and it was dark and freezing. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my body feeling bare skin, wondering … Continue reading House Call
Shingles. The Story of My Life.
Shingles. The story of my life. Ready to write a different book. I know ya'll are used to reading more of my comedic writing but I've got some real talk about some physical and mental health issues. I've been getting recurring shingles since I was a young teen. They call it the "Chick Pox Virus" … Continue reading Shingles. The Story of My Life.
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 