Category: Writing
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Sandstorm
in PoetryShe was a young girl Living in a company compound The only barrier between her And the vast Arabian desert A chain link fence One day after school A haboob, a desert sandstorm Swept in through that flimsy fence Thousands of needles Drove into the thin skin Of her face, arms and legs She was…
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Even an Electron has Purpose
She closed her eyes. She paused. She took a deep breath, paused, meditated, waited to see where it would take her, where she would go, what she would feel. She felt a great deep pain, a yearning, a desperate yearning, a deep desperate yearning. Just that afternoon she was thinking, daydreaming, imagining herself pontificating, preaching,…
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Trigger Warning Revisited
I first wrote this post June 2014 and am sharing it again, for the theme is still timely. Monday afternoon while shopping at Party City for some sugary treats for my son, in front of me in line stood a teenaged girl with wrists covered in fake blood depicting gory razor slash wounds. She told…
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Joseph Suglia Liked Language Frustrates Me
in WritingJoseph Suglia liked my post Language Frustrates Me. I’m thrilled, so here I boast and return the favor. Suglia’s latest novel TABLE 41 you can read free online at table41thenovel.com. I will read it now that I know about it. Doesn’t hurt that Suglia liked my post. Suglia also wrote Watch Out: The Definitive Version, Years of Rage, and the academic Holderlin and Blanchot…
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Language Frustrates Me
I wrote this piece about thirty years ago when I was as an undergraduate. I used it as a writing sample when applying for jobs. *** Language frustrates me. Because of it, I think in distinctions; I draw lines where they do not in fact exist; I categorize and differentiate. All this I do to simplify,…
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I Don’t Want to Write About #Suicide
I don’t want to write about suicide I don’t want the image of her Clinging onto a chain link fence Chef’s knife in hand Chef’s knife inside of her Looking through the chain link At kids playing in the park She mourned the loss of her son She could not contain her grief She could…
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Have I Lost My Blogging Friends?
So I’ve been busy, much busier than usual, in my real life, interacting with people in the flesh, which overstimulates me, so I haven’t been reading and commenting on other blog posts like I usually do, like I used to do. The posts I published Wednesday received few comments. I wonder, is it because I have let…
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#BeReal – KITT O’MALLEY
Hastywords invited me to join her #BeReal series. Check out the great writing she features in the #BeReal series.
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Who Am I Really?
Who am I really? Mystic bipolar Crazy bitch Compassionate healer Mental health advocate Creative, passionate, intelligent Wife and mother Living purposefully That purpose unfolds daily As I parent my son As I write, as I blog As I connect with others As I share mental health resources As I dip my toe into volunteer work…