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March 20, 2017

TW: This article contains discussion of suicide and drug use.   After eight years I still have questions. Twelve and thirteen-year olds aren’t equipped to deal with suicide, and I remember sitting in the chapel feeling helpless; dumbly wondering at the magnitude of it all as your mother, father, and brother gave testament to your […]

October 4, 2015

I read books, not cards or palms. But I reckon I can see your life written across your hands. Calloused skin and sinewy veins, nails blunted and cuticles in tatters, knuckles ashy and split.  Dermatological milestones, ten fingers worth of 30 years.   If given a second chance I doubt you’d go through it all […]

August 9, 2015

Mother knows. Mother knows her daughter is beautiful. Mother knows these boys, shades of men, wound her heart and body. Aching from the search for love, lust and short term affection to temporarily assuage her soul and make up for a dad who was never there. She knows her daughter is beautiful. She is throbbing, […]

May 24, 2015

I couldn’t pay my grocery bill yesterday but you bought $7 chocolate milk. I put back the bulk tub of margarine but you bought $7 chocolate milk. I even had to return the cereal, on special for ‘$2.99’, but you bought $7 chocolate milk. I had only enough to pay for white bread and precooked […]

September 28, 2014

Alcatraz isn’t a penitentiary,

but his dad might be in one.