Poetry Friday: Doubt

I recently found this post in my old drafts. I don't remember why I wrote it, but I like it. Doubt It depends on the day how I feel about us; about you. There are so many secret complications, internal struggles, that it's enough to make it all not worth it. Can I trust you? … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Doubt

President Drumpf

I didn't want Drumpf to win but he did. That night it felt like someone had died. I have received that news late at night before, and it felt similar. About all I could do was get into bed and hope that it was a bad dream. It wasn't. But I've been lucky. I've been … Continue reading President Drumpf

A Short Story: Be Happy

  Be Happy I wrote a quick note and posted it by the kitchen light switch. “Be happy.” I rolled my eyes as I imagined friends and loved ones puzzling over that choice of last words for years after I was gone. Was I being sincere, like I was commanding them to be happy now … Continue reading A Short Story: Be Happy

Fewer than 10 fingers

I can count on my fingers how many days I have left until I get married. Questions everyone always asks us: Are you excited? When's the big day? Where are you going on your honeymoon? How did you meet? Answers for you, my Readers. Yes of course we're excited Fewer than 10 fingers away South Junior … Continue reading Fewer than 10 fingers

“The List” or “I’d Like to Gnaw My Leg Off”

The engaged girl's eyelids droop with black goo, a flat smile taped on her mouth. She leans against her boy and determinedly suppresses her building scream of frustration as well-meaning women's words entrap her in a room of polite, civilized people. Conclusion: The only thing worse than a wedding shower is planning one. #ohlookmylegnomnomnom

Poetry Friday: Late Night Poetry

Late Night Poetry Late night poetry up with the full moon quite house, quiet girl so self-absorbed so lost in worries lonely lover, little girl with a lover far away one room lit in a dark house wide eye stares in the night window to a soul heavy with life little girl lies in darkness, … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Late Night Poetry

Something Worth Waiting For

I didn't cry when he proposed to me, but I'm crying now. Looking at the pictures of the proposal, his perfect face glowing with happiness, fills me with an emotion so deep I didn't even know it existed. I don't know if it has a name. It involves the knowledge of how unbearable life has … Continue reading Something Worth Waiting For