Baby’s Got A Brand New Bag

“A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.” – Leopold Stokowski My father was born at the height of World War II to the daughter of an Italian immigrant. He was blessed with the heart of a musician but lacked support of the pursuit, at home. Inevitably he was able […]

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Slave and Master to Every Bite

“You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.” -Amy Bloom I have grappled with this paradox the majority of my life. I am still trying to understand how both statements, so oppositional in nature, can be true. My desperate need for perfection has ruined so many moments. My continual disappointment in mine […]

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I Have A Compartment For That

“You marry a role and you give up your soul, ’til you break down.” -Something Corporate My sixteenth birthday was complicated and pivotal. My sixteenth birthday was the first day of school, the first day of my Junior year. I was a transfer student, bouncing yet again from private school back into a very large […]

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Cancer Won’t Kill Me, The Grey Will

“If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you’ll never enjoy the sunshine.” -Morris West Four days after my thirty-something birthday, during a routine examination, I was told there was a problem. This wasn’t the first time. My thyroid was now the next in line of abnormal cells and suspicious ultrasounds. I won’t […]

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4am scribbles are where I leave you hidden because our demons needed distance the beautiful disaster the ebb and flow the tide that takes us both ________________ The face that reverberates in the dark the maleficent muse, that never amends try to write you out of my blood follow you in again a rabbit hole […]

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The Inkwell

“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” -Ernest Hemingway As a small child I was encumbered with vivid and reoccurring nightmares. One nightmare in particular would become an ominous foreshadowing of my future. I can remember it starting around five or six years of age but perhaps it was always lurking. My childhood bedroom was […]

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