A Letter II
Do you remember how many times you had to tell me to shut up? To be quiet? To shhhh? Do you remember the nights which you’d put me to bed as soon as the sunset...
Read MoreDo you remember how many times you had to tell me to shut up? To be quiet? To shhhh? Do you remember the nights which you’d put me to bed as soon as the sunset...
Read MoreI have become stretched thin. It did not happen quickly. This was a slow thing. Life and growing old are things which–like children giggling behind oak trees in...
Read MoreDespite what people tell me, I don’t feel like a writer. There are stories in me that muck about swirling and whirling and flicking their tails at me from the...
Read MoreMy first home happens to be a one bedroom apartment. For Shawn and I, we who have children that are feathered and furred instead of human–this fits us perfectly....
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