The Things We Leave Behind

We hear the word legacy and we think of what we leave behind when we die. Our unencumbered reality may well be this: We leave things behind every day. With each breath. Our skin flakes and lands on windowsills, our hair clogs the drain, that time we smiled at a stranger is now as much … Continue reading The Things We Leave Behind

The Only Way Out

  I believed the stories others told me, and those darker stories I carry with me. I didn't understand story. My voice only sang out in poetry. I'd wasted most of my life on one dream. I quit writing stories for nearly a year. I couldn't not write and there was poetry. . I tried … Continue reading The Only Way Out