I realized I haven't shared a whole lot of my writing yet. While a lot of my writing these days is focused more on screenwriting, I have had plenty of creative writing classes over the years, which means I have a ton of writing saved somewhere on my laptop and/or flash drives. So, I'm going to share a poem I wrote last year for a class, while in the middle of moving, again.
The Ten Places I Can Remember Living In
1) The stairs where a small hole was punched
into the wall by an excited Great Dane
2) The front yard I spent hours pulling weeds
burning my skin in the sun if only to prove a point
3) The kitchen I stood in wanting to slice
my throat open to finally rest
4) The peaceful silence that never lasted long enough
5) The loft that held the secret moans of
men I’d pray to and be anointed in unholy oils
6) The bedroom with sheets stained so with
quiet tears as rejection hit, again and again
7) The bathroom where I tried to scrub
my sins from my skin with soap and scalding water
8) The front door where small pieces of happiness can be
dropped off, for a price
9) The bug-infested garage packed full of boxes full of
memories ready move to the new home
10) A blank slate in a quiet neighborhood
ready to be filled again
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