Sterile
Sometimes, in the deepest, quietest parts of the night, as the black sky turns opaque and loneliness abounds, I find my hands creeping up...
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Tighttime reflections from a passionate wordsmith
MIDNIGHT MUSINGS
nighttime reflections from a passionate wordsmith
Nov 6, 2022
Heart in Pieces
If you were to ask me to list my talents, drawing wouldn’t even make it on there. Don’t get me wrong, I can easily draw you a picture...
Nov 2, 2021
I Tell You
I tell you I hurt all over and you inform me that the pain is all in my head Okay, I think, Maybe it’s my anxiety that’s causing me to...
Oct 14, 2021
It Could Happen To You: How I Become Addicted to Painkillers
The following essay was originally published in The Layers Project Magazine. In my world, drugs were a shrouded secret, spoken about in...
Jan 31, 2021
My Best Friends
Welcome back my friend Sorrow how I’ve missed the way you hug my body tightly and never let go. Pleasure to see you, Worry my mind has...
Dec 22, 2020
Minor Details
The following piece depicts what life is like for many who suffer from a chronic illness. It was written at a very difficult time for me,...
Dec 10, 2020
The Final Immersion
As you may have read in my other posts, I had a hysterectomy when I was 28 by an uninformed doctor who told me that having it would cure...
Dec 9, 2020
176 Million
As those who know me are well aware, I am extremely passionate about shining a light on endometriosis and arming women with accurate...
Dec 7, 2020
Midnight Musings: The Poem
I wrote the following poem late one night; one of the many in which sleep had eluded me. After finally surrendering to the symphony of...
Dec 6, 2020
I have a confession...
I have a confession to make: I’m not writing this blog for you to read. In fact, I would be absolutely, perfectly content if not a single...
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