twenty five

twenty five

A year ago today, I published a poem along with text messages from my father, outing him as an abuser and an alcoholic who refuses to take responsibility for his actions. I was always there for him and remain unappreciated. I have forgiven him for what he has done to...
you’re not decent [eve]

you’re not decent [eve]

What if you woke up one day with no knowledge of who you were? This original short story explores how we would feel about our bodies without societal pressure- if we didn’t know our ‘flaws’ were flaws.   you’re not decent [eve]   I’m not...
trustworthy

trustworthy

Maybe it’s an age thing Or a woman thing Or an addict thing But it’s a ludicrous thing To not know Your own mind Or to lack confidence In your opinions. I’m always Looking over my shoulder. Always asking What someone else wants, Or feels, or needs, Or double checking...
tobacco

tobacco

As I drove in the dark Past the tobacco fields, Sopping wet From the torrential rains, I became aware Of this singular moment in time. I read somewhere That some doctor Did some study That said the present, The actual, current, As-it’s-happening present, Is anywhere...
father dearest

father dearest

*Trigger Warning: Sexual abuse.   Imagine a girl Trapped in a liquor bottle. This is all she sees- The inappropriate drinking Of her alcoholic father And not old enough To know any different. Sometimes she’s let out, Breathes fresh air, But it’s jarring Because she’s...