it’s a cliche that everyone has a crazy uncle
and maybe it’s true; it was for us.
my crazy uncle was the uncle we knew best
and who we adored more than all the others.
he held sleepovers for me and my […]
In the excavation of a closet
packed with my siblings’ left-behind belongings
I found a floppy disk
carefully labeled in my sister’s middle school hand
(bubble letters were all the rage)
I’m an aunt, a dog mom, an anarchist following in my mother’s footsteps, and a writer.
I live in St. Louis. Our summers boast the kind of humidity that’s good for fostering irises and spider ferns and […]
brennin commented on the post, yes. it is a sickness to leave no holes in walls. [hour 15] 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Oh, thank you! The first comment on my first poem for my first half-marathon. 🙂 I appreciate you so much!
i didn’t say it back.
i think that i thought that i felt it
& if i said it i’d mean it
but i wanted to give her more than words;
she deserved that.
so i wrapped my words in fear and hesitance.
and made a […]
Hiya! Anybody here for the second half-marathon?
it is a sickness to leave no holes in walls.
leaving holes in the shape of fists
is a related separate sickness;
perhaps they will be cross-referenced in the next DSM.
when you yell
and it […]