This Isn’t About Self Doubt

I feel hollow, as if the pulp of my heart has been scooped out and its shell stripped of texture and color.  I have lost poetry, misplaced language. Or perhaps I have siphoned out everything I had to give and...

The Opiate Magazine

I am thrilled to have 3 of my poems in the current print issue of The Opiate Magazine.  If you are interested in picking up a copy, you can do so online, or in these bookstores.

Out of Ink

I touched briefly yesterday on the idea of trying to create balance in my life, shaping the time I have in ways that let light in from all directions.  I have never been good at this, but if I don't...

Breaking into 50

The rain has been with us for days, washing debris from the sky and the pavement, leaking in through windows, trying to trick us into feeling unsettled. But, the rain has always made me feel safe, contemplative. This year I...

Best Eye Appointment Ever

The title of this post may be a tad misleading.  The best eye appointment would either be Dr. Sarraf telling me it has all been a dream and I don't actually have RP, or Dr. Sarraf giving me a pill...

Once a Year

Tomorrow is my annual appointment with the retinal specialist.  I used to suffer from at least a week of anxiety and fear leading up to the appointment, but I have been through it so many times, I now start getting...

The Final Hunt (FTS 2019 #2)

It was an honor and a blast to be a part of this very cool exercise, with so many fantastic writers!

I Become the Noise

In a split second, the weight of my mind can become unbearable.  The feeling of my skin disgusts me.  I remember everything that makes me ugly, all the anger and how I have hurt people.  I start thinking about everything...

The Final Hunt – Part 9

Steve has tagged me for something different today,  something which, as he says, is not in my wheelhouse, but I adore Steve and the idea of a story written by several writers, so I couldn't resist.  My task is to  add...