Sometimes I Fall Down

"Dear Rufus, ... Today a kitten called Jenson was returned to us because of his biting... I wished I could just talk to you to ask you ...

The first time she picked me up I was a fraction.  Less than a tenth, surely. Swaddled, capped, or maybe still covered in blood and shit ...

I had this bright idea today to do an erasure poem where I find a particularly long and painful email from my birth mother in my email arch...

Dear friends, I know I'm not writing up to my full potential this April. I'm not writing like I can, or should, or have in the past....

When my mother dies I will plant her body inside my belly, safe to grow again.  I will deliver her back to life.  I will deliver some...

I may have my detractors, but you must give me this much, at least:  Never were any children more clean, more well behaved, more perfec...

When Holland Taylor Slapped My Mother I Thought (or perhaps realized, for the first time, that I'd always wanted to do that mys...

In the video, I am almost in my mother's lap, but not quite. She is holding a book with one arm around me; I am not yet four.  I stru...

The day I killed my mother, I got out my Sunday best, washed it again, just to be sure, pressed it with starch, curled my hair, flossed. ...

1. I only make a promise if I know I can keep it. Put another way, I never make a promise I'm not sure I can keep. Promises ar...

Today was okay i guess because i drank wine last night so i slept in real late and i woke up a little woozy but it was okay because it's...

For Tyshani, in the hopes that she can forgive me for writing it: As sure as you know that you love her with all the wild strength of a runa...

Before I left, people warned me about a lot of things. I tried not to roll my eyes – of COURSE there are dangers any time anyone travels an...

I woke up Sunday wishing I could remember what my mother's voice sounded like. She used to record stories for the local library, and yo...

Her strictly Catholic mother called her a whore before she even knew what it meant, how to spell it even, her mother's eyes stabbing jud...

Technically, if I were going to stay "It all started when..." I'd have to say it all started one sunny Labor Day back in 1982 ...

I've been reading this weekly blog at postsecret.com for some time now, watching the list of cities where the owner will be speaking and...

Last night’s dream had me back in my father’s kitchen. Which also was once my childhood kitchen, but isn’t anymore: I’m no longer a child, ...

I’m going to keep writing these until I get one right. Dear Mom: I got a scholarship and a stipend. Me - at twenty-five, a two-time dropout...