When that damn groundhog declared six more weeks of gloom in a world already so dark for so long, I admit I too went back to bed. It seemed much easier to try to sleep off my grief than work through it. My alarm clock has been snoozing for so long, I nearly forgot what…
Author: ourcityheart
Barren
Grayed over and dried out is the final act of an empty and dying garden atop a bed of infertile soil. Even knowing this to be true and having watched through her window for years as the colors faded and the possibilities withered with each setting sun, the woman in the house with no children…
Heart Healing
(lyrics) One more funny kind of fuzzy kind of day. Tired of saying sorry that I’m still this way, And I wish I could be better. Whisper please be gentle, dear, please don’t mind my lying here. I’m just waiting for the fog to clear. Turns out loving you is knowing we’re enough. We’re not…
Write Yourself Well Again Coming Soon
WriteOn! One thing I have learned on my Writing Myself Well Again journey is that wellness requires you to do the work. It’s not JUST a state of mind. It’s a lifestyle, and you have to plan for it, strategize around it, and be intentional about it. As part of that process, TeamPI (Paige &…
Stick-to-itiveness
Sticky isn’t quite the right word for the way my left hand feels every time I hold it between my legs, hold my breath and count to five, hold my chin up to keep my pride, & hold my eyes wide to keep them dry. And that stupid sticky strip of just-standing-still between my legs …
Young Love
Rows and rows of diamonds lined the countertop, you were here to sell instead of shop, and I should have tried harder to make you stop.We were still so new,and they threw that ring from a life before me and youacross the counter and paid what was due. You sold it to help me pay…
Spirit animal
After a womb fills for the first time, a woman is always a mother, child born or child lost or child given back. Maybe only a mother knows. So maybe next time, I will name her Hope from the minute the strip turns pink, and I will speak her into my world whether she breathes…
Shhh
You shhhouldn’t talk about that. Nobody needs to know that happened. Shhhut your mouth, keep it to yourself. Shhhame is a name-calling, blame-bawling, bull-shhhit kind of game. And I play it so well. Whose voice is it, the one that begs you to lock your tongue behind your teeth, berates your heart into a bitter…
When I Stopped Keeping Secrets
A few things happened. At first, it felt a little bit like walking down the street with no bra and bare feet, which is a memory dream I have from time to time (less and less, though). I just mean it was uncertain and scary and even a little humiliating to open up and just…
How do I go about getting housing here?
Something bright about the woman with the shaved head and the rumpled piece of fading brown cardboard in hand. Something big about the way she kept herself turned from me slightly as we spoke so that I couldn’t quite read the words she had scribbled onto that sign who knows how long ago. Something brilliant…
Moth-Eaten Sweater 