The call came while I was eating lunch.
"We are sorry but your father is gone.", said the women on the other end of the line. "What do you mean gone?" , I asked. " "I hate these calls.", she said. "Your father has just died. You may want to come see him to say goodbye."
No one should have to wonder whether they have worth or consider they're garbage, able to be discarded and thrown away. Each of us has a worth and place in this world, and the world can be an unkind place. We need to be kinder to one another. Reach out more. Talk and talk more openly about all our demons, and help one another where and when we can.
Read MoreI long for the day when the
memories
passing through the holes of my heart
and will crochet a thick burlap
for my old age
Is it how you are looked at by others? Or is it how you feel about yourself. Is it keeping up with the modern day styles? Or is it keeping true to what you consider to be " your style". Is it a must to follow the ways of others?, or can you burn your own path and reach your desired point on your own?.
Read MoreThere are things you write about and things you don't. You take your trauma and turn it into narrative, metaphor, a neatly tied present to present to an audience. You turn your shit into gold. You turn the C-section of your dying child into a linear narrative. There was a dying child inside you, then there was a C-section.
Read MoreI think it’s true what they say you never think the last time will be the last time. You think you’ll feel their warmth forever.
Read MoreThere are few things I am still sentimental about. Life has sandblasted away most of my naive sentimentality. No regrets there.
There are other things about me that life has tempered. My rock hard narcissism. My noirish black cutting humor is still ever present but I’m better prepared to stifle it.
More about all this later but getting back to the remaining dregs of sentimentality I possess is Win. Winson.
One day you will be loved the way you are supposed to be loved. They will soak up all of your laughs, smiles, and tears. They will stand beside you in your weakest moments. They will hold onto every word that slips from your lips. They
Read MoreYou told me today that you were seeing someone. It’s been two months since we’ve had a rendezvous. In total, we have spent maybe 20 days together. I’m just guessing. I don’t do math here. That’s your job.
I played it cool. I wished you well. We said we would stay in touch.
I was star-gazing on the rooftop. The man on the moon began to descend, he grabbed my hand and took me to Jupiter.
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