Rum and Change

Transitions are complete shit. Lately, I’ve read so many online diatribes about inner peace and the law of attraction. You know what Elizabeth Gilbert, suck my dick. Big magic my butt. I’m figuring out how to be both grateful for what I have and pissed off at what I don’t, it’s realistic. Yet frustratingly there is […]

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The Hangover

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”  Gilda Radner Once, three […]

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You Can’t Go Home Again

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, […]

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Rejects From Book

In November 1932, Cayman Brac (one of a trio making up The Cayman Islands) was hit by what is now referred to as “the Cuba Hurricane.” It was a category five storm, which is the worst you can get. It was worse than the worst. The ocean roared like a lion as the giant waves […]

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I’ve always hated exams. Probably because I’m terrible at them, something about the being tested thing, I’ve routinely felt throughout my life that I had nothing to prove to anyone, so who gives a shit if some stiff thinks I’m worthy of top marks? I know I am, isn’t that enough?  Apparently not. The tests […]

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The Noon Day Demon

“You have Anhedonia.” Said the psychiatrist.  “Oh thank goodness, thought I was just a mess.” I pondered. “What is Anhedonia?” I asked. “It’s the opposite of Hedonism, you derive pleasure from nothing. It’s a symptom of depression.” Said the psychiatrist. “Oh, well that sounds about right, drug me up!” said I, in so many words. This wasn’t […]

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Bathtub Couch

A friend of mine said my writing is rambling and not positive, I have no clue what she meant by that. “If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.” Holly Go-Lightly is my spirit animal, well one of many, usually dependent […]

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Angry Sheep

“Honest disagreement is often a sign of progress.” Gandhi. I’m really angry, like really mad. It might be a shift in my body chemistry from a refreshing cleanse I did recently involving an undeserved lack of caffeine which may have set me off. I have a temper I admit and have enjoyed pressing buttons since […]

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Shot in the Dark.

When you fall out of love, where does it go? It’s been two years since my heart was broken in New York. In that time i knew exactly where the love went because i put it there. It festered in my bones, though not love anymore instead it became this jagged manifestation–stale and blighted, like bread in a closed container left in […]

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