Life in Time and Farce: a short play 

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. …

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La Frontera

I am writing to you from la frontera, the borderlands.  I live in the desert. The vultures scream above me flapping wings, blizzard of feathers, revolting in the bleak sky. The dry heat envelops, wraps its arms around me, rocking and quieting me. Sunlight blinding. Atop white hot rocky formations, the heart is barren. I …

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Surface Lot

My husband is an addict.  Click, flame lights, tinfoil crackles, sharp inhale, lungs fill, smoke billows, brain floods, neck goes limp, pupils constrict. A man sits alone in a car in a concrete parking garage. The dome light inside of the car paints shadows across his face. Deepening the dark curved grooves beneath his eyes; …

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One Day at a Time: Surviving The Colonial Fist 

This post is going to be all over the place, because, well, all over the place is how I feel. Balancing, teetering, floating, rocking, falling, standing, sinking, rising, I walk upon earth, through life. One day at a time.  My husband and I celebrated some personal victories last week. He is number one in the …

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Thaw 

‪It is 59 degrees in Massachusetts. Last weekend we had two nor'easter storms that dropped about 2 feet of snow.  Melting snow flows,  liquid footsteps skipping upon rooftops, sounding waterfalls outside‬.  Reminder that  from still frozen ground,  from muddy earth, ‪Emerges life‬.  It is February in New England; that means anything could happen. Enjoying the …

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A Sobering Winter 

It is Febuary of 2017. I live in the United States. There is a winter storm coming. My husband is a recovering opioid addict. He has been clean for 122 days. "The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around …

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History’s Lessons: Actions in Addiction and the Resistance Ahead

"Quote words that affirm all men and women are your brothers and sisters." -Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams   Days Sober: 110 When my husband was using my bones were brittle from stress, my back bent with burden, my walk labored with stress,  my mind tired from the worry, my thinking distorted by anxiety. …

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Stop Chasing

Days Sober: 92 Stop chasing the light  my love It is nothing but an illusion shimmering oasis in the unforgiving desert Stop chasing the light It is nothing but a fire that consumes burning raging  left behind an ashen mind charred building body burnt Stop chasing the light They lied- it is actually darkness that pervades …

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Soul in Revolt 

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on …

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Unraveling

This is a photo I took visiting the Boston Holocaust memorial with my husband before he went to rehab. I remember telling him that we need to be mindful of history.  The present is a violent place with the election of Trump and a surge in hate crimes. The future is a shadowy place with …

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