A New Kind of Comfort Zone

Today marks one month. Right now I hurt in a place where no one can reach. They can recognize my pain, but not reach it. They can find it, but can’t fix it. I’m being swirled through a current of darkness, and, at any given moment, I can be reduced to a sack of sobs. […]

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The Hairy-Armed Angel (& Other Stories of Sisterhood)

The first angel I ever met had hairy arms. In fact she was the hairiest woman I’d ever seen. I was working at a Christian gift store and the first thing I noticed about her was her arm. She’d placed it on the counter in front of me and I looked up from the register […]

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Exhuming & Exalting (For Izzy)

“There is one place that all the people with the greatest potential are gathered and that’s the graveyard.” I got a carwash the day Izzy died. The Mistress had been covered in soot and street salt from our wisp of a winter, so I paid for the deluxe wash and got her tires shined and […]

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I’d Get Daffodils on My Boobs for You

This morning a tuft of orange and yellow daffodils waved at me in the wind as I merged onto Arlington Boulevard. The sky above them suggested that it would rain down destruction. There was hardly even any grass around for them to take root. Still, the flowers waved. It was odd to me that daffodils […]

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