A/N: The following is from a TMI Project workshop at NYAPRS 2018 in NY. We were given three prompts...I chose "I Hate to Brag" "I Hate to Brag" I hate to brag but I'm really good at killing myself... I pop open my eyes in the morning and it's the first thing I do before … Continue reading I Hate to Brag
I don't notice it, I don't notice the feel of my fingers over my eyes, lips, chin, only to dip behind me and dig into the skin there. until it's too late. My excuse is that all my friends are short, I can't really hear, I have light grey eyes but I've spent a lifetime … Continue reading Neck Pain
How dare you make me feel bad, for not loving myself. Yes, you, you in the mirror. You across the table. You, on my phone, telling me about your concern without... actually... asking... me what it is that I need. How dare all of you. I don't have to love me. I don't have to … Continue reading I Don’t Love Me, So What?
I’m not afraid of the dark. The dark was the place I learned myself. I bathed myself in it. In the place where the hot and the cold met. I understand it. I understand it’s dangers, it's enticements. I listened to poets and musicians go on about the romance, the cruelty, the beauty, the deepest … Continue reading Afraid of the Night