“Please cut it from my heart. Take your knife, your magic, and just carve his memory from my brain,” she pleaded.  The woman stared down at her with wicked eyes and said, “Only you can do that.” “How? I’ve tried. I’ve used love and pain and words and distraction.  Nothing will remove the memory of […]

Wanted: Guide to Life 

I need the instructions, a book to tell me what to do. Some sort of manual with directions not so obscure as religion and its insistence on faith. I don’t do faith. Life has taught me better. But a textbook would be nice, something with lessons and practical applications. Because I can’t see straight and […]

Human: A Journal Entry 

To those who listen: It’s not the same anymore. I’m not excited in all the ways that matter. I’ve tried to be, to find ways to make me want to, to make me interested, but it’s like before. My body rejects people. Physically rejects them. When the heat is gone, the thing, whatever it might […]

No. More.

A cavern. No. Bigger. A canyon cracked its way through my chest, and it cut my heart in half. Or maybe smaller. It bulldozed, slaughtered my heart, crumbled it into a million particles, and it drug them across my body and out into the air. Now I am holes. No. Emptier. Black holes of forgotten […]

Crowds: A Journal Entry 

To those who listen: This quote–it really gets me, like in all my sore places. Like each word drives another blade into my heart. Because I completely understand looking for someone who will never be there. I sat there, reading those lines again and again, and fat tears rolled down my face, those involuntary kinds […]

Someone Else: A Journal Entry

To those who listen: I can’t stop thinking about Johnny which is nothing new, but I keep wondering if I’d actually go, if I’d be better there, or if I’d still feel this listless wanting biting into my skin as each day pecks by, minutes on clocks forever rounding into the next mundane moment. Would […]

Therapy: A Journal Entry

To those who listen: Today, I thought about writing a journal entry instead of a poem, but it’s different to write my thoughts without their metaphor blankets, to see my words bare and raw in their truth instead of swirled between symbols and line breaks, pauses and similes that hide what I’m really trying to […]