there are those who read “survivor” and instead only see only hear “victim” who deem me “damaged” incapable of a “normal” life there are days I struggle there are nights I bleed while wolves howl at my door I know that I can be hard to love but it is an insult a mistake to tell … Continue reading Unleash the Dragon
reached for basic black today red, blue and gold hang untouched in the closet lasso of truth forlorn in the corner too heavy for these tired arms outlines of a plane just visible in the driveway covered in fine layer of dust the world feels like it is moving on without me a blur of … Continue reading Requiem for Wonder Woman
I can feel the fading as color washes out of me I grow transparent insubstantial my feet no longer make contact with the ground I open my mouth to speak there is no sound a barely breathing ghost who has lost gravity I slide right through you no impression made barely stirring the air © … Continue reading Insubstantial
the floor stretches before me black and white checkerboard tile feet glide soundlessly to the waltz in my head my arms arched as if partnered but empty silent transparent forms swirl around me lost in the dance do they know I wonder that they are behind the veil? perhaps it only matters to me left … Continue reading Waltz of Spirits
This is an autobiographical fragment from my first year at the University of Pennsylvania’s School of Social Policy and Practice back in 1990. For those who are concerned, I no longer live on the 13th Floor but I appreciate your compassion and caring. This may be triggering for readers with a history of suicide ideation and/or … Continue reading Here I Stand
the Greek chorus has declared me damaged beyond repair incapable of a “normal” life “better off dead” say the well-meaning citizens than “broken” preferring the image of the golden haired innocent child angel comforted by a merciful God to a living angry woman who refuses to be silent I try not to let these voices … Continue reading This Room is Not for Rent
Brave & Reckless 