Stuck: Agoraphobia and Moving


I got stuck. It didn’t happen all at once, but the end result is the same. I exist almost exclusively inside of a 10 foot sphere of space. My agoraphobia seems to have reached it’s ultimate potential. Some days it isn’t so bad. But even those days take monumental effort. Like walking uphill through molasses. … Continue reading Stuck: Agoraphobia and Moving

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