I wrote this in the very first steps of my long grieving and healing journey. I was in what I called my summer womb, my local swimming pool, where I typically would swim for 50-60 minutes and cover one or more miles. I felt drawn to the pool on this day, but I did not... Continue Reading →
Death Before Life
Death to a connection so electric that your energy swept across my body before your flesh ever even touched mine. Death to the nights we slept so closely intertwined that our cells mingled and migrated—part biology, part alchemy. Death to your hands, large and beautiful…hands of pleasuring and fixing and describing and composing. Death to... Continue Reading →
