I used to harbor a lot of hate toward my mother. Let me tell you something. Hate only hurts yourself and others. It is not a shield. It comes with no solutions. It is fueled by anger and should only be felt righteously; such as HATING child rapists. In my mind the only perspective I … Continue reading Healing Yourself Heals the World
Collage Book by Vennie Kocsis Collage art is a medium which I feel most in harmony with. For me, it’s akin to throwing runes and letting the story emerge on its own. I picked up some outdated pocket planners from Half Price Books to up-cycle into new books. Below is a time-lapse video of my … Continue reading “I’m Kind Of a Big Deal: We’re Talking Cover-up”
What Buddy Cobb did to my sister was nothing less than abhorrent.
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
"My worst day as a free soul is far better than my best day in captivity." Samie Brosseau
He thought he was a part of a loving church, until Jane Whaley arrived and turned his life into rubble.
"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. "
by Vennie Kocsis I don't quite understand these constant holidays, dedicated to moms and dads and bunnies and love. I see them as marketing scams, a way to boost economy almost every month, by throwing in a Holiday. But hey, maybe I'm bitter. On these days I am reminded of my absent mother. See, not … Continue reading Motherless On Mother’s Day
I wonder if my mother ever felt the rejection and pain of her children. Did she ever cry? I can't recall in this moment, ever seeing my mother cry. I wonder if she'd care that I love pictures of my family; to document moments of happy, because no one ever did that for me. I … Continue reading My Childhood Is a Graveyard of Ghosts
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
Tired Morose Flat This feels like An aftermath Of the rubble From a space shuttle I was never meant To depart from. Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond With my heart strapped on; Ripped so many times There is no more lining For stitches, So I wrap it in twine Tie a knot … Continue reading The Current Tide
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