when i tell people that i have lost my mother they always say they’re sorry. how am i expected to respond? “it’s okay”, “thank you”? neither are… Read more “chapter four”

how could you believe that i am surrounded by flames when my body shows no evidence of char?  how could you be cognizant of my depleting oxygen… Read more “epicormic resprouting”

my very last opportunity to pick up the phone and listen to your voice. this time, right now. twelve months ago. that was the last time your… Read more “mom”

‘til this day it exists vividly in my mind. the moment she sat me down on our living room couch to inquire about an unsettling feeling that… Read more “my story”