Writing and witnessing

It occurred to me today that when I write I am actually looking for something. Searching, sometimes, with an almost clingy desperation for someone to witness the pain and the joy and the small moments of my life that elicit pre-verbal reactions that I never want to explain in the moment. For example, love thatContinue reading “Writing and witnessing”

Disintegrate with tears

I sip some water and think about my needsin this strange eraof pandemic’s and reamsof sorrowunraveling on my screenthat are not mineit’s a strange thingwhen sadness wakesyou to careyou had not knownyou had anymoreit’s strange how wallswe builddisintegrate, with tears.