Category: writing

  • October is over and November is here. The world is painful and heavy, I feel overextended and weary. I got my first Covid infection the first week of October, and even though I physically feel much better, I am still dealing with a lot of brain fog. It mostly comes on in the evenings now…

  • There is nothing poetic or beautiful about this ache. It is face down on the floor weeping into the carpet like a water bottle with a loose cap, it is my laundry piling up on the floor, it is unanswered messages from people who are not you, it is staring out the window imagining another…