Pilgrims

were on the shades when I left this morning, the bitter cold biting my cheeks. Threw my voice in the wind prayed it wouldn’t come back until you come  . back. They were on the shades when I left, blots of ink on white plastic  peering through the slats at all the bodies I’ve collected […]

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Maybe if I write these words slowly, it will make them hurt less. I can’t remember what I wrote yesterday, but it had that dizzying effect that swings sometimes have: nauseating, like maybe I should have kept my feet planted on the ground. But I have always loved the idea of flying, and being on […]

“one of our own,” he said over and over

Because I love her hands clasped, compressions on his chest counting to thirty under my breath as my partner cut through the fabric of his buttoned shirt   thirteen year old told me last week “I want to die every single day!” and I thought immediately, I want to die every other day life is […]