Open

The catharsis of my recent post was intoxicating. I have likely fallen off the radar of any regular readership, if such a thing ever existed, but it doesn’t really matter. So here’s a poem to keep the momentum going. “Open” The part I like least Is my fear of the other side Where grass is…

Unlocking the Door

When I was a kid and spent an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom, my dad would shout through the locked door, “Did you fall in?!” Cute, right? Any extended period of isolation chalked up to calamity rather than choice. A few days ago, I was reminded of this childhood memory when I got…