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
Dance with me in the waning light, giggle as dusk settles into night. I will teach you the meaning of the stars, and a universe meant to be seen by us. Can you hear the music of the wind, as we waltz in the breeze. Feel the gentleness of our hands, this is what touching … Continue reading Dance With Me
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
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
