Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
Tag: Monday blogs
Mom’s Sick. Dad’s Abusive. I Have Let Go.
I imagine cutting off contact with him probably made him treat my mother worse. I’m sure he took his anger out on her.
The Woven Sea
The rain is folding in waves against the windows. I close my eyes into moments of lull. In the intricate weaving of life, a flow emerges. Remain steady. Stand ready. I am swaying on cusps, seeing into futures, and I delight at the hope before me. This choice I have been given, to live a … Continue reading The Woven Sea
A Different Kind Of Damaged
I can only sit and observe, The winding streets of your hurt.
Absence of Belief
How to separate truth from fiction? There is only one way. First, you must become completely pure into yourself. How, you ask?
“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
Today Is the First Anniversary of My Freedom
"Today is the first year anniversary of my freedom. I escaped, with my children, from a religion based, violent marriage. Here's how I did it. "
A Story of Religious Abuse and Torture
Introduction: This piece is a contribution from an abuse survivor. It details extreme abuse and could be triggering to readers. Please consider caution if you are a trauma survivor. By Lusciana Philomena I was born in the US in the nineties. My sister was quite older than me. She had her own issues, but … Continue reading A Story of Religious Abuse and Torture
The Horror at 1379 Milepost
At 1379 Milepost, Delta Junction, Alaska, is a religious commune with a history of horror.
The Current Tide
TiredMoroseFlatThis feels likeAn aftermathOf the rubbleFrom a space shuttleI was never meantTo depart from. Thinking of homeI am a Universal vagabondWith my heart strapped on;Ripped so many timesThere is no more liningFor stitches,So I wrap it in twineTie a knot inside my chestA place to tetherThe sadness. Stop trying to fixThe broken heartedWith your big … Continue reading The Current Tide
What does it feel likeTo be a ghost shunned;A soul un-grieved,Un-missed and unforgiven? In the hovering bowelsOf mysticism where theCynics hang their hats,She waits to beAcknowledged. In these times thereIs a satisfaction in thisInter-dimensional reaction;When spirit feels the wishingJust like we didWhen we were littleAnd hurting. "You are undeserving." I see her thereWeeping. She isRepeating … Continue reading Un-Acknowledged
You must be logged in to post a comment.