Prose

These are short pieces. I'm not sure they can be categorized. They mostly deal with the agony of betrayal and the pain and confusion of the human condition.

I looked for answers as I wrote, but all I got was more questions.

I am not a bona fide poet, as I do not subscribe to rhyme. It would be nice if I could, but I can't, so I won't.

Most of the poems here focus on two subjects; the betrayal and destruction of my 18 year marriage and the subsequent falling in love with my now husband.

The rest of the pieces are just me wondering about life and all that sort of depression-based navel-gazing stuff.