Category: blog post

  • On rainy days, I see your face

    On rainy days, I see your face

    There’s a saying, I’m not sure if you heard of it. It goes, “the devil is beating his wife.” For some, it can be a rainstorm suddenly appearing when the sun is out. For others, it’s when the sun appears to push the thunderclouds away while the rain still falls.…

  • What’s in a Name?

    What’s in a Name?

    A little sad at times, yet L earning to cope E ven though the days pass without real Z eal, she ends them on a note of positivity Acknowledging the small victories that N arrow the gap between D epression and the blossoming that comes A fter.

  • Some things only grow at night

    Some things only grow at night

    I don’t know where my heart is. I know I had one because it used to hurt. Now, my feelings fall through my fingers like sand. Tastes land flat on my tongue. Days pass by like smooth traffic. What do I call the creature that has emerged from the dark…

  • May 20, 2021

    I lost my mother early that morning. I could feel the air moving in my lungs, but it didn’t feel like breathing. I still catch myself gasping at random intervals. Not a full-on cry. Just a short, shallow sob. I’ve been trying to figure out what exactly is the worst…

  • Guilty

    Guilty

    I am the swollen tongue that impedes the cry. The tears carving valleys in puffy cheeks. The thunderous beating of the heart in the ears. If the truth is what hides in the cough that tries to escape, is guilt the quivering hand that covers it? What then is absolution,…

  • Deer Trails

    Deer Trails

    You know how our earliest roads were made? The animals. Stamped in the soil as they made their way to water and safety. Their tracks set in earth, we learned the trails to avoid, like bear as well as the ones to follow, rabbit, deer. Soon our steps covered theirs…

  • 8:30

    8:30

    I have thirty minutes. I used the first 10 to push down the internal cacophony, steel my voice for the short call. My cat appears with a head butt to the side of my face as if to say I’m running out of time. I dial. The phone rings loud…

  • ☀️

    ☀️

    I have the caffeine of three suns flowing in my veins. Solar energy. I can’t miss anything. Tired is history, I am present. I can’t miss anything if I tried. Ever present, even in the darkness, I won’t miss anything this big again. I am here. I am awake. This…

  • Hello, It’s me again

    Hello, It’s me again

    I’m not even sure what to call my absence. A break? A sabbatical. Reprieve perhaps. I feel like most people who leave a project do it to relieve some abutrary pressure to create, to interact, so they can get back to the core of their passion. They leave to find…

  • Saturday Vibe Check

    Saturday Vibe Check

    I’m not going to say when I post the new chapters or extra tidbits because life is letting me know that I exist on its schedule, but it will be sometime next week. I do think I need to start up my blog posts again, I missed these spaces to…