Dear –

Dear -, The thing is, I don’t exactly know who I’m writing to here. That dash, it represents the cliff my thoughts sit at the edge of, the screeching halt of my words. The fear, perhaps, that if I let my words topple over today, friendships, peace, will be ruined in the fall. My reputationContinue reading “Dear –”

She’s Someone (let me remind)

She’s someone. Your sister, mother, daughter, yes. But more than that – she’s someone. She has a line deep in her bones that takes us back. And she doesn’t belong to you, or with … she’s someone. You can carve her up, invade her – she’s someone. You can lift your virgins and trample your whores. She’sContinue reading “She’s Someone (let me remind)”