I am not gushing out the blood of my abuse.The compound fractures of my childhoodaligned,metal-roddedand sewn up almost seamlessly.The scars of bone and skin now so faint and thin,even I forget they are there,except sometimes,when I am waiting at the red light on sunny days,hands on 10 and 2absently starting at the tattooed sleeve of…
THIS VIRUS IS NOT THE ENEMY She told me to Move In. That people are hard to hate close up. But, anything closer than six feet, they say, isn’t’ safe — as if safe were even a possibility… She told me to hold hands with strangers. But, strangers are now forbidden. My eyes reach across…
It is easier to love broadly and generally to see the face of God in every being to keep the details at a distance like when you kind-of half-cross your eyes and everything becomes just A little bit fuzzy. The ‘I love you when I see you clearly’ is much harder when you notice…
Last night, while I was sleeping far from you, my heart was growing bigger. I woke up this morning to find that my chest could barely contain its volume. It is growing still. I can feel its edges becoming blurry as it widens beyond the confines into blood and bone, Until every organ carries…
Sometimes I can’t shake this sadness in spite of all my training. I can’t seem to wish myself into happiness, Whitewash it with a positive affirmation or two or twenty. I cannot kill the thoughts that shatter me, throw a pretty sofa cover on a raggedy and misshapen couch. So, my sadness and I sit…
For Kathy Lee Kappmeir Just as the doctors predicted upon her diagnosis, she held out for two years in spite of her conviction that holistic treatments and prayers to Hindu gods and goddesses would heal the body that had betrayed her life of clean living. Two arduous years, three 2-hour phone calls each…
