#13: To My Left Arm: Part Deux

To My Left Arm, This is the second letter that I have ever written you. I wrote to you once, way back when, after I left the scars that run down your shoulder. I apologized to you, wishing desperately that you would forgive me for hurting you. That you could forgive your abuser. I wish … Continue reading #13: To My Left Arm: Part Deux

#11: Dear Cyanide”

Dear Cyanide, No one ever quite understood why I gave you that nickname; they thought me wholly weird, and I said it more out of habit than anything. Who would have thought that the nickname I came up with freshman year, would be so telling years later.  It came up because we were finding things … Continue reading #11: Dear Cyanide”

#10: Dear Angry Driver,

“Reckless automobile driving arouses the suspicion that much of the horse sense of the good old days was possessed by the horse” Dear Angry Driver, I know perfectly why you followed me that day. You were angry, and scared, but your angry overrode your sensibility. I would have called the cops, but you had something to … Continue reading #10: Dear Angry Driver,

#2: Dear Charlie

note: this is one of many letters I've tried writing to my biological father. Dear Charlie, I keep pausing as I write this letter, because I don't know where to start. I don't know whether to start at the beginning, or to talk about the last few years. I'm not really surprised by my inability … Continue reading #2: Dear Charlie