A stranger leers at me before I take a seat on the bus. He readjusts his body in my direction preparing to say something, but before he can utter the full sentence I turn him down cold. “You look—” “Not interested, thank you.” “Wow.” I look out the window. “Can I ask why?” This perks... Continue Reading →
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I’d suggest the universe is Testing how resilient I can be But I’m crumbling And there’s little left of me.
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We all manage pain in ways that are beyond our control; In ways that are ours: My third rejection letter wakes me in the early morning, Before the sunlight hits my face. I barely read the words that say "not you," Then melt into my pillow, When I wake I call myself a writer And... Continue Reading →
“My Husband Doesn’t Like It.”
Among the many interesting comments heard in the world of retail, this one has to be my favourite: “I’m returning it because my husband doesn’t like it.” And perhaps this blog post will be written from a place of naivety, being that I’m single, unmarried and at the peak of my independence, but it always... Continue Reading →
Aug 23, 2017
I need to stop crying at work-- but God, I've been so emotionally preoccupied. As soon as my manager started talking I immediately thought this is another conversation about failure it's one I'm having with someone else. My manager thought I was hungover from the night before, because my eyes were puffy and like clockwork... Continue Reading →
Letters and Laundry
The house is untidy, My mind is a scattered mess. So I put the sheets to soak And my thoughts to rest.
Habits
It's interesting how old childhood habits manifest in one's adulthood. When I was little I would become silent when offended. The silent treatment was my game -- often I wouldn't speak for days until an apology was made. Now, without intention I fall silent when someone hurts me. I become incredibly pensive: deciphering the nature... Continue Reading →
Birthday
My father knew me until I was 16 years old And I sometimes wonder if he would love me now: No longer awkward and self-conscious, But pensive still. With my birthday one day and Father's Day the next I grow older and we grow farther apart.
Famous Last Words 