The Feed

244: Rubble

Written in response to the Syria/ Turkey Earthquake, Feb. 2023

210: I Prefer My Monsters Under the Bed

Last night I had the dream- the active shooter dream the one where we’re all together but I can’t find you. You’re in the crowd. People...

209: Cut (it) Short

I wish I could tell my friends it will never happen to you. This gut-wrenching marriage-ending world-burning pain, it will never happen...

189: Sandbags

I love when people say Oh, it makes me well up. I heard that today- it makes me well up; as if one’s feelings of love or longing or grief...

185: Birdsong

For Colleyville I’ve heard that the reason birds sing in the morning is to say to one another I made it through the night. I guess that’s...

182: Deja Vu

It’s better and worse all at the same time. We’ve been here before. I never liked deja vu. Some people stay optimistic, they say it’s...

181: House Calls

I don’t often have heavy days. When sadness makes her house calls I’m usually so far down the list that she doesn’t get to me. She spends...

176: Longest Night

I remember when the sun stretched out over the sky lingering in the corners between buildings and tree limbs freckling you with...

175: Notes on Grief/ Note on the Pandemic

167: Handwritten Notes and Park Benches

I write the neighbor’s names on a worn index card and tape it to the fridge- Alana and Neil, Apartment 3. I don’t want to forget. Then I...

137: What Love is For