Modern Life By the Numbers

CheneyLife Stories, Poetry4 Comments

I am twenty pounds heavier than last year and ten pounds heavier than I was the first time he told me he loved me. There have been four men since him, and six new apartments. Two roommates, two cats, and one child. Leaning into thirty-five, those numbers are scary. They seem small in the scheme of things when the scheme of things includes light … Read More

when you’re alone

CheneyPoetry, Writing Challenges6 Comments

it doesn’t have to be the scariest thing in the world to get out of bed in the morning i know how it feels sometimes, the quickening, the fear, the panic, and how much you would rather crawl back back into a place that feels safe but you don’t have to be afraid all the time

You Can’t Have Love

CheneyPoetry0 Comments

You can’t have love but you can have this kiss out in the rain on Providence Street, you can have this perfect man pressing you up against the kitchen sink whispering in your ear, you’re so beautiful, and you’re only twenty years old then, so you don’t know yet how bleak it will get, that you’ll get to 34 and … Read More

Not For Me

CheneyPoetry, Writing Challenges12 Comments

I ask with  my smiles I ask swinging my hips I ask with hot meals and Sweet desserts I ask shyly I ask opening my legs I ask with witty Profile descriptions I ask for love But the answer Is always No Thank you to all who read this sad little poem and voted for me this week. I am … Read More

If Blocked

CheneyFiction, Writing Challenges11 Comments

First say NO to everything asked of you Take the burden of the bare minimum of responsibility Find the nearest chair and put your ass into it Take deep breaths ready your mind ready your fingers Now cut yourself open and bleed

There Was A Time

CheneyUncategorized, Writing Challenges9 Comments

There was a time when I knew your face your voice, your hands, your scent, your smile – I knew you, effortlessly. There was total instant recall, none of this having to pluck memories from the abyss and hope they’re not tainted by time. I could write your memoirs and sing your gospels, I could trace your ghost with shut … Read More