{reflecting on the past year and turning 46}

I have come far. I have run hard. I feel strong. I am proud of my learning to harness perseverance and need. Twenty seven pounds ago, I hated myself and today I feel lithe and strong.  All this, accomplished with an iron will, though a little obsessively neurotic at times.  I know, I am strong. And this is…

in this, and the next life (a poem)

Unholy. Like unrequited first love, my heart discovers your incantations and magic last night.  It seems this story has been written a thousand times.  A girl watches, listens, dreams. She is silent, unmoved at the start and almost determined not to feel.  And then she is profoundly shaken, breathless. Listening as if never having heard…