Lovers Rock

(The one where I try my hand at #NaBloPoMo and see if I can stick with it.)I come to bed, my hair still mildly damp and dripping down the thin material of my t-shirt. For a split second, I entertain the thought of wrapping it in a bun, but I know it's just going to … Continue reading Lovers Rock

Baptism

Mykonos, GreeceJune 2016I find God in the water.From the moment the water curls up the shore and hits my toes, I feel my life lifting off me. I wade in up to my waist, the water cool and refreshing and an impossible blue. I let a salty wave scoop me up in its palm and float. … Continue reading Baptism

Lost.

No one ever says the words as I blindly scramble limp legged down the hallway,  breathless and trembling, my nerves jangling like loose change. No one says it as they pass me through an obstacle course of smothering hugs, whispering things in my ears I'm too deaf with panic to hear. I have walked into … Continue reading Lost.

Mute.

His name is like candy in my mouth. Like summer fruit, ripe and sweet and delicious. I turn it over on my tongue, reveling at its taste and its texture. I lob it into conversation a hundred different ways so that I can hear it aloud, marveling at the ways it can shape itself to … Continue reading Mute.

Charity Starts at Home

This post is part of Write Your Ass Off April, a Twenties Unscripted 10-Day Writing Challenge #WYAOApril. Today's prompt: Heal.Sunday morning comes cloaked in silence. Inside, the bedroom is still, remnants of last night strewn about haphazardly. Outside, there is not a bird chirping or a truck roaring by. It feels like someone pressed pause on the … Continue reading Charity Starts at Home

The Silence

This post is part of Write Your Ass Off April, a Twenties Unscripted 10-Day Writing Challenge #WYAOApril. Today's prompt: Spill.I don’t remember what happened. It was inconsequential, the kind of thing that no one noticed but me. But it was hilarious. And I knew it was the kind of thing you’d appreciate. I was halfway through … Continue reading The Silence

Happy New Year

This post is part of Write Your Ass Off April, a Twenties Unscripted 10-Day Writing Challenge #WYAOApril. Today's prompt: Ascend.Today looks nothing like I thought it would.That's my first thought when my eyes snap open. I lay there with it for a minute, turning the words over and over in my head until they sound like gibberish even … Continue reading Happy New Year

The Magic Number

This post is part of Write Your Ass Off April, a Twenties Unscripted 10-Day Writing Challenge #WYAOApril. Today's prompt: Demolish.Here is how you go from We to Me.First, you have The Conversation. This is no mere mortal conversation. This is The Conversation. The one you can’t come back from. This is the conversation where you say The Things. … Continue reading The Magic Number

Itch

I'm wide awake. I woke up, cold and uncomfortable and unable to sleep in the way I sometimes am when someone else is sharing my bed. I resolve myself to listening to the soundtrack of his soft snores that sound like a lawn motor starting and wondering what the fuck we're doing.I make terrible choices. … Continue reading Itch