Layers

the anger is thick, deep, it is like a crust, molded and beginning to stink, for so long it has festered, I’ve tended to it like a garden, conjuring thorns, weeds, a swarm of insects, I have seemed to like it– but it’s the emergence of grief that breaks through, the tenderness that cuts it,…

Open Mind/Heart

People would probably describe being "open-minded" as having the ability to accept many walks of life, judging less and loving more, being willing to have new experiences, listening. All of that is true. But there is an even deeper meaning to a truly open mind that in turn lends itself to being able to accept and…

A Full Life

One of my absolute favorite poems by one of my absolute favorite poets, Sharon Olds, has a section that goes a little something like this: "I could see her in a temple, tying someone up, or being tied up, or being made nothing, or making someone nothing, I saw she was full of cruelty and…

Hell is other people. Love them anyway.

I sat in a meeting tonight and felt completely slimed by another woman's share. It was so pregnant with noxious trauma and so saturated in delusion and resentment and suffering that every word that spewed out of her mouth felt like a noose around my neck. I had to clutch my throat and shut my…

Men, Love Addiction, and Miracles

I believe in miracles. Where you from? You sexy thang. That's right, I'm talking to you. Who? Me? Yes, you. You. (Me.) I'm that sexy thang I've been searching for all along. And I believe in miracles. I also love men. Handsome, strong, funny, sultry, scrumptious, manly men. And yet: they can't fix me and…