Until You Love Yourself

written February 17, 2016. Recovered March 1, 2020. Happy Eating Disorder Awareness week. I used to hate the phrase “you can’t love somebody else until you love yourself.” Probably, because I was in a self-destructive relationship with myself and an “in love” relationship with someone else. So what did that mean? Maybe I loved myself, […]

Mulberry Grass

Audio Oh I would walk with you through the mulberry grass ’til our toes were painted blue and your fingers brush my hand. Sit me down by the tree when our legs don’t want to stand. You can strum, I will sing in our new two person band. But you don’t play that song, not for […]

New York Is

New York is a line at the airport taxi-stand, 50 people long, filled with strangers each going somewhere but incapable of considering the prospect of coordinating destinations with the somebodies around them. New York is a special machine for fixing traffic lights, making its way down 7th Ave. New York is two homeless people cuddling between a […]

Birthday Dad

I was born on July 13th, a day that also happens to be my dad’s birthday. This incidental event has created a small but special bond between my dad and I, and it is reinforced every year. Dad isn’t one for nicknames but he calls me “birthday girl” (which I absolutely love) and in return, I usually make a […]

The God Side

I was halfheartedly listening to the radio a few days ago when a woman, finishing up her interview, declared flatly: “God is on my side.” I punched the radio off and sat in the silence wondering why those words provoked such a powerful irritation in me. I used to be vehemently atheist and outspoken about […]

Manhole

Audio Here you are right at my feet you’re unassuming, solid, sweet. You fit so tight and so complete that I forget the void beneath. You lay there still, but still I slip, you look like someplace I could trip, we met and then I lost my grip, look out below- manhole- I flip. From where I […]

Volunteer State- Part 5 “Suffrage”

Somewhere between the meetings and the writing and the car rides, I learn something­­ that surprises me– I don’t actually want to shave my head. I want to want to do it, but I don’t actually want to. I know that if I do it, it won’t be free– it will take some sort of […]