It Never Stops

Buzzing, a hammering in my brain but deeper. Shaking, twisting around my insides, and I just need it to stop. I scream for it to stop. “You did nothing wrong!” “Everything’s fine!” But it screams right back in my face and I somehow know it’s right. I’m waiting for the basket to get too full, […]

Judgement: A Conversation in My Head 

“Why do you care what people will think?” “I can’t help it. It’s who I am.” “Explain.” “Explain what?” “How is it who you are?” “I’m anxious, worried. Always. Since I was little. I worry what people think, if I’m good enough, if people like me. I can’t stop it. No matter how hard I […]

The Line

We all have that moment, that event where we mark a before and after, when a line is created distinguishing between who we were and who we are. For some, it’s big–the loss of a child, a spouse, a parent; a divorce or separation; a career change–big moments to divide our lives into then and […]


I am spinning. On a rocket-fueled gust of hurricane winds, I’m tumbling, plummeting on icy waves of a perfect storm. The handholds are fog, the saviors, smoke, and the ground grows close, so close that I can smell my blood in the grass, my bones mixed with dirt. Rescue me. Someone. Save me from myself. […]


It’s climbing a mountain covered in ten feet of snow. My muscles burn through the frigidity, through my clothes, but I keep going despite the fire building in my lungs, the weight of my body clinging to each labored step. Crevasses flower under my toes, their itchy fingers hungry to suck me in, taste my […]


I’ll never learn to stop spilling all these crass piles of cradled thoughts that bottle-feed me portions of my past self. I’ll never try to stop writing these slippery lines of stubborn verse that fill me with vacant memories of times when I knew myself, or try to escape the jagged moments I pressed control, […]

Lunch Date: A Conversation in My Head 

“I was thinking about something you said.” “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah. You asked if we’d ever been just friends, and I’ve been thinking about that.” “And what have you concluded?” “I think we’ve always been whatever this is. I mean, when I first met you, I was attracted to you. I remember that.” “So do I.” […]