More: Literature
How Dr Jordan B. Peterson Changed My Life
The steak knives were missing. Is there any value in that truth?
Give me a little earth. A place in the sun. A bowl of...
A Ghost Story About An Ancestor From The West Indies
Ella's (the birth name of the Dominican novelist and short story writer Jean Rhys’) ghost sits at the foot of my bed staring at...
The Writer’s Daughter
I have to learn how to trust again. Live a little. Let go of Santa Monica, autumn’s quaint country, cloud people, clowns with stars...
Adverse Childhood Experience (trauma focus)
"I don't love you, Octavia. I don't love you. I don't love you. Octavia wanted to tell her mother, if you don't love me,...
Attempting Suicide: The Human Stain, Lady Macbeth and Sylvia Plath
I was always looking for love. Here, see, my gorgeous wrists that I tried to slit once upon a time maybe because of him...
The British Pen Pal
16 March 2014
Dear Churchill,
I was so looking forward to you telling me about your trip to Amsterdam. I read your letter repeatedly and left...
Sobriety And The Female Poet
I will not smile because that is not what attracts you to me. Instead it is fire. Instead it is sitting in the school...
Daniel Barenboim and Elena Bashkirova
The day I fell in love with an intellectual was when I first met you. Although I didn’t think it was love, call it...
Dialogue Between The Formal Structure Of Trauma And The Poetess
I am waiting for someone to tell me that they see my value. Dorianne Laux, the American poet was a sanitorium cook, a gas...
The Pathology Of Modern Solitude
I’ll leave the pain for tomorrow. Won’t even think about it until tomorrow. That is, if tomorrow ever comes. So, I walk in the...