on dying

Find me one the soles of your feet, and tangled in your hair. The sunshine, and the rain

poison ivy 1: Christine 0

The meat suit I was given at birth is obviously broken and dysfunctional, has been since it was received, and I’d like to rent a new one for the remainder of my stay please.

scarred reminders

I have a scar on my right arm from when I was 17.

A boy burned me with a lighter on the bus to school, not trying to maim, but to leave a a smiling face; though instead he left a hole

a story about Africa. Toto’s Africa

Parenting is hard sometimes. Especially when you’re dealing with more than one child- it goes from peace and quiet to clash of the titans in an instant. Sometimes as a parent… well it can be hard to distinguish between what you KNOW is right, with what is also right…but wrong… but also funny. I remember…

the hunt for Redd Oktober

I love stories. I love reading them, hearing them- which mostly due to my Father I guess, looking back on it now. HE was a story teller, as his Grandfather was to him. He would sit with my two younger brothers and I, reciting biblical stories, or telling adventures of growing up in Brooklyn in…

tea sippin’

You can’t sip that tea for long- tea of the Past. It feels warm, coats the soul with a glow sometimes, but it’ll take you and if you aren’t careful you won’t come back, won’t stop sipping that golden drink. You may lose yourself forever in it’s gilded shores. I hated swiss cheese. When I…

eggs and peas

How am I doing, you ask? This is me. The embodiment of a walking human natural disaster. Things like this happen on such frequent occasions that they hardly ever ruin my day anymore, nevermind skip a beat. I drop things, trip up stairs, break things, slip down stairs and spontaneously combust 70% of objects I touch on an…