My point here is I don’t know if I’ve ever been in love, but we have to start deeper than that. I don’t know if I’ve ever been understood. I don’t know if I’ve met anyone with the eye to watch past my words. And I don’t know if I’m capable of knowing such a […]
Her makeup and her hair don’t match. The hair is thin, and graying through the artificial coloring. Her hairline is receding, from age and stress, from the cumulative days she’s spent scraping it back, ripping the follicles from the scalp one by one. Today she’s pressed it back with a band, opening the curtains on […]
Sometimes I think I’m too late to turn things around.
Writing is itchy.
The creative process begins the moment I silence reality.