The Function of Boredom

I’m bored. Painfully, excruciatingly bored. I took my medicine, I’m not anxious, I’m not actively avoiding anything. I’m simply bored. I have at least an hour before the kiddo will get back from his friend's house, and The Hub and The Sub are still asleep. I have nothing I have to do or need to … Continue reading The Function of Boredom


Almost Free

In the next few months, I am finally moving out of my childhood home, a place that has always been the source of very complicated and painful feelings for me. I haven't tried my hand at poetry for a long time, but this felt like a good time to try again.   This cage has … Continue reading Almost Free