by Mae Caldwell | Dec 9, 2023 | Confessions
I CONFESS: I Look in Windows. EmbraCING THE ALLURE OF YOUR PERSONAL DECOR… I cannot recall the onset or when exactly my curiosity first outweighed the inappropriateness of peering into unobscured windows; however, it is something that I am always...
by Mae Caldwell | Oct 25, 2023 | Confessions
Like an abandoned house wishing with each sunrise and sunset to be occupied. Watching the days pass and its bones start to give way to the time it took to wish for better days.For acceptance again. The ghosts of past happiness still roaming its halls… but...
by Mae Caldwell | Oct 25, 2023 | Confessions
ABANDONED SPACES AND EMPTY PLACES I confess I wrote this for Jason.I met him on Plenty Of Fish, a dating site back in 2019. The site’s algorithm said that we were a “perfect match”, and upon further inspection, at least in profile comparison, we were very...
by Mae Caldwell | Oct 20, 2020 | Confessions
The hospital where my mother was born, stands defiant and vacant. Contrasting the dull greys and blues of the row homes adjacent, its windows beckon me to peer in and visit with memories that are not my own. Ghosts of healing and grandiose attempts at staving off...
