Money

Sitting here listening to people go over their Financial portfolio after I went to the gym and finally was able to at least run a mile. I had been training for a 5k before all this started, but became so weak, I was having trouble walking, but now things are getting better. I’m feeling stronger…

Psycho

      Sprang out of my sleeping bag last night after what sounded like a fog horn to watch a Semi-truck aggressively pull into the space right in front of the park bench, hit the breaks, which jolted it forward in a lurch that seemed like it would jump the curb it dwarfed. My…

Say Her Name

I hadn’t thought about my SIL Renee Bayes in a long time. I  had been struggling to survive for awhile now and the last memories of her were too painful. I had put it behind me, as I was often forced to do, but now that I was being stalked again in the same violent…

Disappearing Houses

I sat in Stewart’s, my usual place most mornings now, after sleeping on a bench in the Homeless Veterans Park, watching another row of houses being taken down. The past couple days, watching 7 living trees being killed, on the street below. The beautiful logs being fed into a shredder, the pile of wet, muddy…

Homeless Whore

I woke up soaking wet. It had poured all night, a cold rain heralding Fall. The windy kind that takes the leaves off the trees and portends Winter. My little blue $30 Walmart sleeping bag was soaked. I loved the little bag, but it would be no match for October. I was cold, shivering, and…

Mental Health Crisis

It’s pouring rain, not sure where to go now. I came earlier to Stewart’s, but it was mobbed. This goes on where ever I go. It is busy at times, but mobbing me has become a regular thing here now. I was recently assaulted and  threatened at McDonalds, my food tainted at Dunkin Donuts, and…

Hands Up!

It’s hard to keep your sanity on the street and I know my streets are bad now, but there are streets even more horrible. America does have some things left, but as I look around it wouldn’t take long for a tank to cruise downtown. They always say it can never happen here.   My nails…

Arrested And Homeless Again

Sitting in the Police Department after being arrested again, I lost count how many times it has been, my things just dumped in a couple bags, so many things weren’t included; important documents I had downstairs in the kitchen along with so many other things cops didn’t include—my boots! all the other things that I…

Betrayal

original Art collage drawing—Rhonda Flanagan  It’s been difficult lately to process all the betrayal. I wander around the Abandoned house trying to have hope; cleaning, salvaging what I can, trying to make it warm for the coming Winter—it’s amazing what a few blue tarps can do! I keep trying to acquire more survival skills as…