what’s there to say? when monstrousness rears itself in human form, are there ever appropriate words? i try to make sense and formulate a dialogue, but my emotions get the best of me, as do my tears and grief, and the guttural sounds of rage and sadness render...
did i lose a week? or did i gain a week? i can’t decide yet? and yes, i mean to end that sentence with a ? and yes, feel free to answer for me. the last 9 days are wrapped in panels of gossamer, crammed tightly in a strong-box of iron, hidden underneath old,...
all year-long i set pen to paper to list the things, people and circumstances i’m thankful for. typically i’m uncontainable: an erupting geyser of gratitude; oodles of exclamatory grammar gymnastics and language syntax conveying my whistling teapot...
hmm, “whiskers on kittens” are definitely cute, but i start to sneeze after 30 seconds holding a tiny, wily feline. in fact, my nose is starting itch just with the thought of those little, mewing scamper-butts crawling ’round my wrists and ankles. ...
as the days get darker, and the weather turns colder, and sadly people seem to be getting a bit frostier; at the end of the day all we really want is a little bit of comfort: that softness, our tonic of florence nightingale, to soothe our daily forehead furrows,...
98 dead, 4.6 million without power, but the total loss and devastation can never be measured. ms. sandy you were ugly and barbaric, and you left a painful mess. these images of lives ransacked and throttled guts me sternum to stem. none of us are immune....
