Author deanna

When Timing Exists Perfectly to Fuck You: My Dog was Taken

I cannot even explain the frustration and deep pull of my heart in my chest right now. It is truly a heavy fucking weight right now, and is probably not the best thing for me to be enduring right now… Continue Reading →

Where on earth have I been, am I still alive?

Sometimes I wonder if I am still alive and as I pore through the ramblings of years past and recognize the patterns in misery, I have to wonder when I will give up. Not if, but when as clearly the… Continue Reading →

just work a little harder to get out of hate with myself

I’ve been sitting in between the space of a few things. It’s a little uncomfortable, but not a lot is comfortable in the grand context of my existence. I feel not real, not entirely visible, a kind of atomized version… Continue Reading →

Not Dying Isn’t the Same as Living

I think you know you’re officially old when you age out of the breeding pool. I don’t meant that there aren’t women getting pregnant at my age, but it seems that waiting for children is something people in cities do…. Continue Reading →

The Language of the Universe is Fuck You

I’ve got a birthday coming up here in a week and it’s sent me into a tailspin of reflection. The where I have been, where I’m going, and where I want to be I am pretty clear on. I’m rarely… Continue Reading →

Out of Practice and Far From Perfect

I suppose enlisting in the army might have had some benefits-namely some discipline I sorely lack. You’ve got to wonder how I spin in and out of these beautiful literations, sometimes really clever, though lately I am far from inspiring…. Continue Reading →

Make Me Over, Life

There have been more than a few times in life I felt like I needed a do-ever, a chance to start again. Leaving Massachusetts was something I’d been dreaming about since we moved there from Colorado in ’88, the whole state leaving me… Continue Reading →

A 4AM Proposal

I’ve been somewhat of an insomniac since I moved here to Denver. When I was living on the East coast I didn’t always sleep so well, but here it’s like a plague I have managed to infect Don with-I feel… Continue Reading →

Colorado dreaming of East coast Relief

I suppose you could take that to mean a few things but I didn’t get flooded or drowned out here due to the recent floods plaguing Colorado. And though I have yet to view a lot of the damage firsthand,… Continue Reading →

My Perspective on Why Your Anger is Midirected

Recent events have really brought out the worst in people. While there is certainly some celebrating going on for those people who know now that they can get healthcare no matter what, there are a whole lot of you who… Continue Reading →

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