Penmanship 002
Cross the bridge with me and I’ll take you home.
Mother
Potted like plants, we are the roots of your survival and the void in the sea. We are always here but not here at all. Stumble and step, You insult and wound. Stand up and walk, You kiss and swoon.
I will grow old with these men. As the lonely trees have the wind, I have my brothers.
Head in the Sky: The Ancients
Hair: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Hair.My hair falls out in clumps.I watch it wash down the showerAnd I begin to cry.It’s so silly the little things we hold on to, the little things that make us feelspecial,hidden,pretty.Mommy is trying to make me feel pretty.She does my hair,My nails.She tells me “It’s going to be all right.”I don’t know if I... Continue Reading →
And we lay down as if we were dead, to admire the sky above and the heavens we had heard of.
087Head in the Sky: The Ancients l/r
An Excerpt from my memoir “Porridge”
RailingsMarvin tells me of a spot in the subway station where the suicidal people make their jumps.And of a blue phone you pick up when you need someone to stop you.I stand in the subway station and hold the concrete post: to secure myself and prevent my body from lunging forward.As the ground beneath me... Continue Reading →
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