She's my best friend

She’s my best friend Truthfully  As she sits across the table sipping her coffee in silence I marvel at how beautiful she is and how lucky I am  just for knowing her We often sit silently  Sharing sweet smiles over light conversation  Knowing that it took a lifetime of pain to create these perfect moments …

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I'm a dick…

I’m kind of a dick sometimes. Not intentionally, most of the time. If it wasn’t for Facebook I probably wouldn’t keep in touch with my family and friends. It’s not that I don’t think about them, even though, if I’m being honest, I don’t spend hours thinking about them. I miss Cincinnati. As crazy as…

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An essay on sadness

Some days I want to sit and cry I’m not sad I’m not sure what I am My heart is at peace As peace as it can be When my anxiety doesn’t take hold of the wheel anyway Even then I’m not sad I don’t know what I am I am Something else Someone else…

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Sup, Tanis?

I appreciate all the email, texts, calls, instamessages, tweets, and all the other methods you use to connect with me. I’m touched that so many people are concerned that I haven’t been writing as much. So what’s up? I’ve been in the process of moving into a new house. I’m still working at Certa Seal,…

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That Kiss

“If I were you”  She says  “I’d run” She laughed, and turned to face me. “I’m kidding. I am. You shouldn’t be scared of me. I’m direct, and I know what I want. That scares most men.” She paused and looked at me. She ran her soft hand down the side of my face, and…

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