A week after he told me he was leaving, Bobby left. It was Monday, September 23rd, and the sun was shining because it didn’t know we’d been up all night and the morning would hurt so much when it came….
Bookends of Poetry for the Beginning
“I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.” – Charles Bukowski Ah, the Bukowski phase of Heartache That’s not quite right, but it’s close. The desperately vague sentiment of that quote is about as specific…
Where I Find Myself After an Unexpected Break-Up in a New Country
The long journey is over, I am safe and sound in Laos, and things are very different than I planned but I didn’t make many plans to begin with so I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m sitting in my wooden…
For My Sister: A Name I Love and A Face I Miss
It took me almost a year to be able to even write about it. I still don’t have the right words. June 18th was the day the summer carved and cut from me, shredding and scattering and leaving the hollow. The…
Caught Up in the Slick, Dark Stuff of Grief
“As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of…
When You Have a Visa and Your Partner Doesn’t
We were never 100% sure that Bobby would be able to secure a residency visa, but we had logical reasons to be fairly confident. I was working in the country, we were on a notarized lease together, he and I…
