Unwanted Guests
I repeated the words I’ve heard from my friends, family, and therapists, hoping that they’d pull me out of the dark corners of intrusive thoughts.
I repeated the words I’ve heard from my friends, family, and therapists, hoping that they’d pull me out of the dark corners of intrusive thoughts.
I can’t stand to think about it outside of my sketchbook and my Word document.
The tales say The Peeing Man looks just like a normal customer, so you’ll never know it’s him, until it’s too late… .
I struggle to write in terms that will be received by a general audience as measured, considerate, thoughtful, because for the past year Palestinian suffering has been irrational, malicious, unthinkable.
I am unsure of whether we remembered to lock the front door.
When the topic comes up in conversation, I pause before saying the word genocide.
There are days when it seems that all I can think about are people who have seemingly moved on from me.
I pictured the coyotes silently circling, their yellow eyes and bared teeth ready to make quick work of the nylon between us.
I’m haunted by Things That People Who Have Their Lives Together Should Do.
Some movies you watch over and over with friends to feel good. This is not one of those.