One Wife's Journey Back from Addiction and Rediscovery of Self
My heart is free falling through space It feels light Airy Weightless Plummeting, spinning, somersaulting Released from gravity's pull Like an inmate from her cell Free Falling I ponder how it will land I don't see bottom But I know that it's there Will it land with a thud Will it be a crash Or …
Characters: 3 people, men, women, trans, whatever you please. The Present #1, The Present #2, Back in The Day Setting: the unemployment office in the South Side. Back in the day and right now, sometime and anytime between 1995 and today. Start scene. The Present #1: who's that white guy over there? He looks familiar. …
Continue reading Life in Time and Farce: a short play
At my husband's Vivitrol shot this morning, the Physicians Assistant (who we love by the way) asked when he would decrease his nicotine levels for vaping. He told me in the car after: "I can't believe she is asking me about my nicotine levels, 7 months ago I was smoking a pack of cigarettes a …
Continue reading A moment in recovery
We have a drug problem in this country. Crisis actually. It's so bad we have labeled it an epidemic. Overdose endings becoming more and more common. Up on the hill, sitting pretty and safe atop golden thrones, they slash budgets, taxes, and vote on repeals. Making sure their own plans read EXEMPT. Meanwhile. Down home. …
It is raining here. I am not talking about the weather. I stepped in a puddle on the dry concrete-cracked sidewalk. Turns out that puddle is actually my heart. It just melted in the world's cruel sun. Now it's boot trampled and drip-drip-dripping into city street's schism. Gaping chest, I am soaked and I am …
