Category Archives: On Depression
I walked by with my brokenfingerhands and I saw you there with her. I saw the way your eyes tracked her smile and the way your whole self was alive, loving her. I love you more than I love breathing, … Continue reading
Use a heavy-bottomed pan, a big one. Drop in some butter. Top and tail and peel sweet onions. Chop them slowly, and let yourself cry. Sweat the onions in the butter; add salt and pepper. Stir until everything is soft. … Continue reading
I walked through the falling leaves and tasted the crisp fog and the maple air I ran my fingers over frost stone over spider rope over field lace and sky I did not miss you. I twisted braids of dough … Continue reading
She is drowning (I said) The water closing over her head over her fingertips She is drowning (I said) but the words were lost in the water She was me (I said) No tags for this post.