Celibacy: I Can Do Bad All By Myself

“Celibacy is the most extreme of sexual perversions, after all.” -Ada Palmer, Too Like the Lightning When my short lived marriage was upended, I found myself abandoned in a small town. My newly acquired town was the sort of place where everyone knew everyone since birth. The town seemed densely populated by relatives, ex’s and […]

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Haunted

Your breath quickens, as the panic sets in cold sweat dries it’s then, visions of me, dance in your head ________ The truth chokes you, as it builds inside you pray the rain will wash me away every breath you take, lightening strikes ________ My voice still lingers in the darkest areas of your diseased […]

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Divorce Papers For Valentine’s Day

“We accept the love we think we deserve.” -Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower My parents ended their marriage the day before Valentine’s day and all I got was a card, selfish tendencies and swelling intimacy issues. I was twelve and up until then the household was either tumultuous or gravely silent. Divorce […]

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Perfectly Pickled Friendships

“But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.” – Edward Young My 6th grade science teacher had a signed portrait of the Challenger crew and rows of floating faces in formaldehyde. This was my third school. This time, rather than being moved across town, it was across the country. Social media didn’t exist in the […]

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An Independent Villain

“My life didn’t please me, so I created my life.” -Coco Chanel Psychologists have warned against the labeling of adolescents. However, this school of thought, didn’t prevent one from calling me a tyrant. My face was stoic. I sat with my legs crossed and arms draped at my side; unblinking, my vision going in and […]

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Seventy-Eight

The Devil resides in the details my love carved into flesh the visage of you remains 56 and 22 every bit of me, every bit of you                                                         […]

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Avalanche

The Phoenix rose only to destroy herself in the avalanche the desire to self detonate                                                                       ____________ It hurt as much […]

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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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