I thought of you yesterday. There were berries. Wild berries. I thought of us eating the berries and climbing the trees. I thought of us going through the woods. The way that we would fight over who would get to climb which tree. The way that I would miss you when we would fight. I…
Tag: spoken word
It Stops Here!
This piece was written at a Gotham writer’s workshop in NYC. It explores the way that obsessions cause the heart to feel lost, afraid, and hopefully fed up. “She always said what she loved most about having children was their unconditional love.”
His Yellow Shirt
This is a spoken word/poetic story that was also performed at The Moth in L.A. on Valentine’s Day in 2017. This writing expresses the depths of my feelings towards divorce and along with that my questioning religion. “He was wearing that yellow shirt. His eyes sparkled.”
