“Tattered Love Seat” – a poem

I remember when we first met.In that bare 575 square foot apartmentWhere I joked with the leasing agentThat the extra closetWould stash vodka. Blank slate, recently cleaned carpets,And wall space above the tiny fireplaceWhere I would one day put a dry erase boardInstead of a T.V. The Mormon man and his son carried youUp the […]

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getting my deep rest on

Sometimes I burn out. I’ll feel excited, find a strand of inspiration, and then hold on tight for dear life while getting flailed around in the wind. Like a kite. Or like a surfer on a wave. I’ll ride it until I crash. And then keep holding on. I’ve become aware of this tendency. I’ve […]

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Day 17 of 30: On doing the scary thing

“Thunder thighs.” “Tree trunk legs.” “Why do you waddle like that?” “Your ass isn’t as nice as it looks.” “Your thighs are so big.” “You have such tiny knees for such big legs.” … I’d like to say that these were easy comments to forget… That the multitude of compliments I received outweighed these stinging […]

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