Me myself melancholy sad shake

I make myself sad.
There’s this stressed out feeling that builds in my head when I know I need to have a good cry. The valve needs to be opened, tweaked, the door left ajar. My eyes fill with tears unbidden, and I search out things like the last 10 minutes of the series finale of [...]

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For Emily…

Sometimes things are just so crystalline pretty that it makes my heart ache from memories I can’t quite touch.
I hear this song and think of a time I haven’t really lived, a time of saturated sunlight, the greenery of my childhood backyard, the simple love in a kitchen holding my mother [...]

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Glowmonkey

I make no bones over the fact that I’m a tattoo snob. I prefer black line work to color. I don’t like cutesy poo pieces. Tramp stamps irritate me in their prevalence and monotony. I’m picky. If I’m going to live with something on my body forever, there will be a lot of thought and [...]

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See Mommy

“Wake up seepyhead!”
roll over
“Hi Ros“
Shuffles in pile of clothes. Picks up shirt
“Here’s your short”
drops shirt on my head
“Thanks Ros.”
“Here’s you shirt”
drops shorts on bed.
“Ros, come cuddle”
Drops self on bed. Here we sit for a few minutes.
Down the stairs.
“I wan cispies” Ros shakes when she gets excited. She is shaking, waiting for Rice Crispies.
“See Mommeee!” her hands [...]

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