On Deciduous Plants in the Winter Cycle

Deciduous trees in a cold fog of winter.

(it’s like this) and now I lay me down to sleep. old leaves breaking free, falling to the earth, to break apart in the soil. old dreams will nourish new ones. soon, my roots will sense water soon, the sun warming me will activate my enzymes and it will be time to create life. but I am not an evergreen. …


I Ain’t Afraid of No Ghosts

“They were the ghosts in the night, the monsters under my bed, the reason I wouldn’t open my closet in the dark.”


Twelve Years of Eyeliner

If you’re on Facebook, I am sure you’ve seen the profile Pic challenge going around, where you share your first profile pic and then your most recent. I don’t think I’m doing this right.

On Anxiety and Foreboding

when I see things coming at me that cause me to worry, I don’t see a problem in assuming they might happen the way that I fear, and making plans accordingly. After all, I’m often right, about both my worries and my hopes.

Little White Lies

A tree in the shape of two faces back to back; the side of the tree on the left is without leaves, and the side on the right is full of leaves. The image is in black and white.

I did not fear the truth because of your possible reaction; I feared the truth because of my own reaction.