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Month: December 2018

Untitled Poem

This morning I saw Jesus (I call it Universe) reflected in the eyes of a Black Man I picked up on Dixie Highway in the rain. He looked younger than me, had dreads and dressed in Carhartt layers and carried      two work bags.   Tools, heavy like my step-father's (I've been trying not to … Continue reading Untitled Poem →

ATD Poetry 4 Comments December 27, 2018February 12, 2020 1 Minute

An Open Letter to My New Neighbors

Fellow Tenants: I like it here. Despite the See You Next Tuesday I don't even share walls or a hall with who told the police she smells weed coming from my apartment, I like it. (As an aside, I wish I knew what word she used. Was it "reefer?" Please baby Jesus let it have … Continue reading An Open Letter to My New Neighbors →

ATD Cannabis 2 Comments December 19, 2018February 12, 2020 3 Minutes

Right Now, I Need My Meds

For three days after I turned into a Prozac Dragon, I didn't take my medicine. Prozac Dragon is the fun name I made up for when my antidepressant capsule got hung up somewhere in my esophagus last week (December 12, 2018, to be exact--a Wednesday. I was supposed to work at the bar, and when … Continue reading Right Now, I Need My Meds →

ATD journal, mental illness 8 Comments December 17, 2018February 12, 2020 3 Minutes

12/6/18

Grace is waking up as late as your dizzy, dizzy head needs to and knowing that a stream of angels will pass through today, that your bar manager is getting your day covered for tomorrow so you can move out of your apartment on time. It's relocating your three customers on yesterday's shift (favorites all--trusted--five … Continue reading 12/6/18 →

ATD journal, mental illness Leave a comment December 6, 2018February 12, 2020 1 Minute

This Is a Controlled Burn

Drive your children 400 miles away because they want to go back to their fathers. You understand and want it for them, too. Flames have licked through the plaster walls you've all been living between, and it's time to go. So you drive down Saturday morning. Leave late to avoid the rain, and because none … Continue reading This Is a Controlled Burn →

ATD journal 1 Comment December 4, 2018February 12, 2020 2 Minutes

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