Relationships are like the careers of the soul. Just like with any career you don’t just get hired and then glide on through to retirement. You work all the time. You focus and exert effort and you have triumphs and you have bad days and the rewards can be great. You don’t just find the perfect match and suddenly you’ve reached your goal! No way, ( Read more... )

I found this from the February before last. I decided to update it. Please, constructive criticism is always appreciated ( Read more... )

So yeah... today, Paula left after third hour because she had a migraine, so I got another 1/2 day of sub-pay. It was awful though, because we're MEAP (Michigan Educational Assessment Program) testing, so they were all hyped up in the post-test jitters. I ended up having to give them homework! Homework during MEAPs! But really, it was their fault ( Read more... )

You ask, ashamed to have to ( Read more... )

A Rose
awaked on a thorny bed
shed reddened tears of fathomed deeps
as shards of sleepless silence break
the restless slumber
a palace brimmed with bloody terror
rest now tender on a bed of
marigold.

I thought about not posting this, but I decided to anyway.

( Mirror Reflections )

Hand slides to foot, massaging away years of fatigue, sick of running away. Acknowledging each wrinkle, gently forcing fingers to greet toes. Nails slip lightly from pad to arch to heel. Fingertips massage every sinuous insinuation. Hands move from foot to calf. Eyes shut tight, hot steam and the sound of the rain hiding the memories of scars and ( Read more... )

I could feel the weight of the blade in my pocket, pressing against the folds of the fabric as if it meant to remind me of its presence. I contemplate pulling it out, flicking it open and closed, just to hear the sensuous slick snick snap snick. Instead I press on, my steps gaining confidence, my gait adopting pride, as I slide down the cold and ( Read more... )

I hear your footfalls traveling the length of the room. Your hands shuffling through a stack of paperwork on the coffee table, looking for any mail that may have come addressed to you-- even though you don't really live here. I hear the creak of the floor boards as you walk across them, and I smile to think how you always used to say I was quiet as ( Read more... )

Growing up, I always slept on my side, facing toward the wall. I slept on my side facing the wall, because my sister and I had a deal. I would face the wall and watch out for boogie men ghosts and monsters, and she would face the room and watch for our parents. To us, both threats were equally real. I guess we always tried to think of them as the ( Read more... )