What We Tell Ourselves (title)I tell a lot of awful stories. Almost all of them are true. Does it matter that all of them came before I'd heard of you? I know that I can only save myself. That's not exactly breaking news. But is it so wrong to be grateful that someone says... See More »
Chosen, Not KeptI remember when I stopped wanting to be a wife. Not because I stopped believing in love. I have always believed in love. I just stopped believing that love had to look like a house with two toothbrushes, a shared closet, a mortgage with both our... See More »
choosing loveyesterday we chose love; the quiet certainty of joy, anchored by open hearts we watched ladyhawke-- ate spanish rice with shrimp-- and curled up on the couch; this is the nest we made built with braids of love she rests her legs on me i have my head... See More »
Dear Mama - ✌🏾Dear Mama, I hate that you can still reach me. Not with your hands those stopped knowing me years ago. Not with your voice I’ve learned how to let that pass through me like weather. But somehow against all reason against every boundary I built with b... See More »
Padraig’s journeyI imagine you smelt the stench of decomposing tubers when the blight broke through the Mayo air. Maybe you saw failing farms, fleeing families, the Clew Bay countryside lined with corpses; too few left to bury the dead. Perhaps you saw ships sailing... See More »
The Unshared SpaceThe Unshared Space I only wanted a simple place to stand, A platonic bond, an open, steady hand. To share a laugh, a story, or a view, And build a casual friendship, true and new. I brought my warmth and left the hallway wide, With honest grace and... See More »
