40 questions to Bette D, a direct transcript of the interview dated 11 Aug 2013, 14 hours before her death 1. WHAT TYPE OF BIRTH DID YOU HAVE?How would I know. Most important day of your godsdamn life and not two brain cells aware enough to bump together. Probably a good thing. What a godsdamnContinueContinue reading “The Door.”
Author Archives: Tanya Meeson
Sink
I was in Savasana today after a Bikram session that took me far away and deep. I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past few days and while I was lying in that heat, that heat that seems to draw every last memory from my bones to sweat them out from my skin, IContinueContinue reading “Sink”
Pabo, who is alone
Old man death, you stand before my door and I have no food to offer, no children to give, no goat to bleed, no tears to weep. Old man death, you stand before my door and bid me enter you in, but I am weak and cannot fight for the time you take. ContinueContinue reading “Pabo, who is alone”
enmeshment
A dark moon rose in your face the day you told me this wasn’t your place; this wasn’t: your desire, your need, your aim and with every letter your love was tamed until all I had was a box of regretful lines, apologies and grace until all our future became a hard ugly waste. ContinueContinue reading “enmeshment”
After the grey
When I lost my heart I thought I’d lost something weak, something breakable and meek. But finding it, to my surprise, I had a heart that was strong, loving and wise.
TANYA MEESON 