Sleepless still, Not much has changed since my girlhood: Late nights and longer sleeps That drag well into the next day. Lunch is breakfast, Dinner is lunch. Rush hour is 2AM, The hustle and bustle happening in my brain As I scramble about the house, Writing stanzas and washing dishes. Bothering the boys in the... Continue Reading →


I'm not good at sleeping. Especially, with other people; the room becomes too warm and the bed becomes too crowded. I don't think what I have is insomnia, but rather simply a displaced awakeness. I'm awake because I can't sleep right now, and not because I can't sleep at all. I do like to cuddle-- but not... Continue Reading →

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