So much to read, so little time. I know that. If you read nothing else from me in a long while, I hope you’ll read this post. It will not be long. (500+ words, a record.) I have been writing (and living) out of a place of brokenness for so long that my story has […]
he wipes my spilling tears [a poem]
Trying to write my story is sometimes like cutting back flesh, recently pink and scarred to find the plain cold truth. I want to heal and so I wonder if this is wise. This rending, backward into ancient despair to find the open rot inside. It is a kind of hell. But I go there. I […]
