The night he shot himself in the head to manipulate me — for the last time — I knew this evening all too well. No, it wasn’t Deja Vu, it was something much more confounding. It was a nightmare I had lived and dreamt of too many times. I was about to spend an evening fighting and crying with my husband. I felt it coming. He had…

Come on in — With my feeble grasp and my mind at ease, I’m giving way to the relentless solitude. After your name is gone and worldly ways are changed, dreams are real. This is not. You’ve been made ready, make yourself willing. Here there is only one way to fill the grail. Endlessly……

I used to write on others’ skin, but I won’t commit that sin again I’m aiming for love but afraid to fall flat, I’m raving about him but in my head I keep that, I’m craving something that will surpass the bond I had with another one — it’s always on my…

He says we’re fire and water I say he’s wrong The stars say we’re composed the same And I agree, water is from where we’ve come Where else could he and I both fit and thrive? We need something that increases in size so we can grow, but shrinks again to…

I don’t know if I’m wrong or right; I think I’m caught somewhere in between Not sure if my thoughts were born with others around or without a soul or without my soul — I’m beginning to wonder because my choices choose themselves these days, and where I draw my lines…

When I used to be small, I made myself paler and smaller until later, when I couldn’t recall why I was caged at all Now though, I don’t even remember what it is to not be free You think I’ll go back to that space? …

A Magical Realism Poem — She is kidnapped, but her mom does nothing. She punches, but both hands fly through her assailants’ faces. She kicks, and somehow contacts skin, but she kicks those shins so long her kicks mend them back to whole again. So despite her destruction, really she’s gained no ground. She’s petrified…

Trauma comes with Nursing — I was on ICU contract number seven, but this time at a reputable hospital system in a beautiful setting, with more resources than I was accustomed, to include a reserve of other travel nurses. On the eve of our start, boarded up in our hotels and our airbnbs, comfortable then…

I guess this pain is good, like bleeding is a sign of life, and I didn’t even think I could do that anymore but even when I sustained literal cuts from him, the way you didn’t call me after hurt deeper than his knife and isn't that a beautiful thing…