Pattern

Bring me on home tonight and dance with me slowly. Hold me body tight and tell me a story. The moon has everything we need but what you want. My heart is all I have but you don’t have anything do with it. I came here knowing that you wanted only my body. The thought …

Dear Auntie Ruth

Dear Auntie Ruth, I don’t know what I have done. I live and breathe and my crime bleeds on the floor every month. There are men that as dropped the tone of my voice stating they speak for me but the words they use are not in my jar of vocabulary that my mother and …

Hard weeks

There are always nights when talking the hard truth is the only way a night can end. My husband suffers from depression. It's a dark place that kidnaps him and some times he can get out of this but the last couple of months have been harder than most. Since I have been a stay …

Felt Field Neighbor Day

Glass Eyes

Glass eyes and crystal tears. Quaking hands and a frizzled brain. Past memories have become stories as she has grown into her skin. The place where her memories started belong to someone new; that someone doesn’t know the tears that flooded the tub and the screams that are under the new paint. Burnt dinners layer …