our one-year anniversary

1stbirthdayOne year ago today, I thought to myself, “There are not enough websites out there on which people share their personal experiences. I will fill this gap with my personal blog.” But I didn’t want the responsibility of posting regularly, and I didn’t want to just hear myself speak–I wanted to hear from a bunch of my talented friends. And so, this blog was born. I am grateful to all of the contributors for their beautiful writing, and I’m grateful to my friends and family (and some strangers) who read this, and I’m grateful for having an outlet for writing. In the last year, I’ve written more than I have in a long, long time. And so, to celebrate, I have created a found poem comprised only of search terms people have used to get to this blog.  Please note that I have no idea how to write a poem and my line breaks are probably god-awful. What I have learned in this process is that our readers are disturbed. Very, very disturbed. Which makes me feel a bit better about myself. And, so, without further delay, I give you:

We Will Begin Again: A Found Poem of Search Terms Used to Get to This Blog

(with apologies to Lena Dunham)


I hate Lena Dunham.


I hate being agnostic but

praying with hands raised

everywhere is embarrassing.


Italian parents are abusive.

Kids have long, dirty fingernails.

Grandmother face it I slept with

my stepmom. Pimple face woman

My grandmother is deceased,

now ugly.


Why does my face look mad?

Why am I taller than my stepmom?

Why do I have a yellow tooth?

I am clipping my fingernails

but my teeth are dying.


Naked Happy Meal Barbies.

Nude porn. Gays, bis, and orgiers.

XXX. Nudes. Porn.


When will I have a boy toy again?

It is embarrassing asking for one.

What are the criteria of a good man?


I hit him with my car.


Why do people hate Lena Dunham?

What is Lena Dunham’s BMI?

Do more people hate Lena Dunham

or like her?


Hate or love?


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