Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
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A Childhood Near Death Experience
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
Nighttime Haunts the Muscles
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
Skeletons remain in the spaces beneath the pain. My brain becomes a seismograph of moving timelines and opportunities to rewind. I enter the dark caverns armed. This is no place for charm or niceties. This is a war to be fought by a single army. I am one with what was formed. I go quiet … Continue reading Skeletons Remain
The Birth of Death
In battle, small platoons take hold positions. Their leaders converse and strategize. It is neither a battle they plan to fight nor a war they wish to start. It will be a complete conquering, and this must be a smooth sweep. Such things are not decided upon quickly. Every angle is inspected thoroughly and repeatedly. … Continue reading The Birth of Death
A Different Kind Of Damaged
I can only sit and observe, The winding streets of your hurt.
“Dead, Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir” by Zack Bonnie
"Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past." Lily Tomlin art by Jonathan Weiner, San Francisco, CA 2015 Accented with unique and relevant art by Jonathan Weiner of San Francisco, CA,"Dead Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir", by Zack Bonnie, reveals with precision the mind bending abuse enacted inside of the youth reform … Continue reading “Dead, Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir” by Zack Bonnie
The Horror at 1379 Milepost
At 1379 Milepost, Delta Junction, Alaska, is a religious commune with a history of horror.
Abstract writing is a style allowing the reader to interpret for themselves.
The Outhouse and a Sears Magazine
When I was a child growing up on Sam Fife's cult compound in Alaska, we did not have electricity or plumbing. As a result, we used the bathroom in chamber pots and outhouses. We also did not have toilet paper. Our toilet paper was often a Sears magazine with anything that wasn't "proper" for us … Continue reading The Outhouse and a Sears Magazine
There's a faded line Between reality and time I Catch myself remembering rejection Straddling a log fence watching Them play and laugh and shout Odd girl out Too loud I used to be an expert at stilts Stride the mud like a queen I could do anything If I just believed but I never prayed hard enough to Make God real and It would be a version of Drop Dead Fred who Emerged the memories in my head Read more...
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