*I wrote this poem after reading an article about James Baldwin and his struggle with suicidal ideation* If I ask you to martyr me within your pages,blank and crisp, like unvarnished potential,don’t let your memory of me fade awaylike forgotten, abandoned childhood dreams.Don’t listen to my mournful woes.Write me beautiful and stellar,glamorous and headstrong.Paint me... Continue Reading →
On the Rare Mornings I Feel Too Much
On the rare mornings I feel too much, my heart slams itself against my trachea and the world nestles hard on my esophagus. It is not unlike a hummingbird flinging itself against a still, sharp, rain-washed window. On the rare mornings I feel too much, my breathing collapses upon itself, repeatedly, like someone squeezing my... Continue Reading →
What Really Happens in a Psych Ward…
A possible scene for my novel about a girl who gets institutionalized 4 days before she graduates college
I Could Sing of Your Love Forever: The Hardest Time to Surrender
Could you surrender to God and truly, with your whole heart, say "I could sing of your love forever" the moment after you sin, when surrendering to God is the hardest?
Musings of a Wanderer 