this street is the most tired of all the tired streets and this house is the youngest of them, too I wonder what that says about those who’ve settled under my roof lazy? late? left behind? next in line, perhaps, to dine with some solace to inhale anything in the…

This show must not go on — This erratic tension is familiar I think that’s your blood boiling in a covered pot — popping open, falling shut your nerves are at a civil war it seems dry and in need of chemicals, something unenjoyable to get you through life beta-blockers alone will not suffice this time and…

Trigger warning: violent content If you looked down to assess your new patient and locked eyes with someone who had brutally attacked you just months prior, what would you do? I’ve been wondering about that, day dreaming really, and I keep coming back to — save them, and with a…

of a woman — I was not where I claimed to be? Did you really just say that to me? What? Am I where? I am indeed wherever I am, so yes, I guess? I’m not sure what you are asking me. Please be more specific. I’m all ears. But you didn’t mean for…

What happened when I overlooked the neglect of my own child — I remember it so vividly, which is odd considering how little color I saw that day. It was a cumulative event, which is strange because it was unveiled so suddenly to me. This day was like the trip you spent years dreaming, months planning, and weeks packing for. This day…

A bipolar love triangle — My tattoos don’t have ink, but they aid me more than you may think because I look at them and I remember that days may get dark, but we’ll never part, please forgive my doubt, my dear depression Please tell me you’ll let us take walks down the block and…

Four things I can do without my real name — I’ve heard the argument that writing under a pseudonym makes an author’s work less valuable, less authentic, less vulnerable. …