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Trigger Warning:

This post is about school shootings. I wrote this on December 1, 2021, shortly after learning about the school shooting in Oxford, Michigan which left four students dead. I put it aside until now, not knowing if I’d share it (some things I need to just get down on paper for my own well-being). So why now? It’s been weeks since the shooting and the country has moved on. The victims have not. They are spending their holidays with an empty chair at the table, an empty stocking on the mantle, and empty shoes at the door. I am reminded of them as I spend my Christmas alone with my family, quarantined with covid. Our plans are canceled, but they can be rescheduled.

winter weight

With every spring I realize a little more just what my winter pounds are made of. I hope Tim O’Brien will forgive me for going a little “The Things They Carried” here, but the truth is I carry a lot more than extra body weight every winter.

If I Die of Coronavirus

If I die on a ventilator Wipe it downTo use it later If I die in the ICUGive my bedTo someone new If I die in quarantinePay respectsThrough a computer screen If I die a corona deathKnow I foughtFor every breath

New World

It’s getting to the pointJust knowing what we doAbout the man in the White HouseAnd his version of truthThat people might realizeHe’s not what he seemsJust a dumbed down version Of the American dream… The king of fools sitsOn the royal shitterUpdating twitter With a healthy portion of hateTo be served on a silver plateAContinue reading “New World”

Silent Spring

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” ― Rachel Carson, Silent Spring Ever since moving to the Chicago area, I haveContinue reading “Silent Spring”

Cockles and Mussels

(alive, alive oh) Yesterday I went outside. It had been 6 days since I had left the house. It’s not a good time to have anxiety and a sore throat… so I stayed in. For six days. The last time I spent this much time indoors was when my second son was born in theContinue reading “Cockles and Mussels”