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March 30th 2015
What was your life supposed to look like? I ask myself. I’m standing on the balcony, smoking, the ever-present winterwind in my face. I waste dwindling time on scenarios that are always better ...
Patricia Rose
Relief. That’s what I feel. My mom died on January 13th. It’s finally over. Snipped from a chat with Tab (one half of my no-longer-together gayboyz): ”i’m okay-ish, i guess. had some time to thi...
On falling through every single crack - edit
There was no Christmas. Or Jake’s 23rd birthday. I stayed in bed, teeth-gritted and shallow breathing, trying to stay alive. Did two days and two nights in the psych ward. Treat and street. (Mos...
Loose Woman
Loose Woman by Sandra Cisneros They say I’m a beast. And feast on it. When all along I thought that’s what a woman was. They say I’m a bitch. Or witch. I’ve claimed the same and never winced. Th...
Via Dolorosa
The disaster continues unabated… I’ve started this entry about four times. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. I don’t have the energy to type it all out. Everything that could possibly go wrong, ha...
Thursday October 02 2014
via FB chat, just now, from my older-sister-Carolyn-who-lives-in-Tennessee. Janet is my next-oldest-sister-who-has-been-caretaking-my-mom - single-handedly while going through a divorce after 30+...
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It’s cold-grey and Montréal-gusty. The magnificent trees pulse. The brilliant death throe begins. The crickets’ chorus stretches thin when early-darkness cools to single digits. Feeling trapp...
Create new entry (**art pic edit**)
Some of you 12-Steppers - newbz, alums and drop-outs, alike - might relate… I am powerless. I’m surrendering. I have nothing left. I’ve tried (or burned down) every house on the street. Rock bott...
Book Description
It’s the same shit, rearranged, all in one place.
