Grit, grit, I used to call it.I told others, this is me.What I had.Not that long ago, but oh so long.And now I ache, infuriated at my body when I…
Things were different. Now. Now alone with hot-baked regret. Never change. You can dress up your words.In the end, they are the…
Spring comes in fits and starts.I have settled into sedentary, sedimentary, as the joke goes.It’s easy to slide into too much food, moving too…
It may be a fire, as they say.Perhaps it is that wisp of smoke.Snuffled candle tendril.Fluid, persistent.Little ache, ache that something is…
She watched it start with just a spark, one sharp word, a touch of flint.Up came a gentle tendril, nothing much to mind.Just a tang of bitter…
I’ve been a victim of harassment.
I will never be the same,After what I’ve been through.