Dear Counsel, Again? Ah, I'm trying real hard not to be irritated with you all. I tire of writing to you like I'm some child, although I very much enjoy writing. Just not for this purpose. As you know, I am writing an edgy, sensuous book. So I say this. I know, Vennie, you are … Continue reading Dear Counsel, I’m Writing To You Again
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...
I am a faceless wanderer passing by unknown. There are dimensions and planets inside of me that have yet to be born. I'm a color wheel glanced at from distances. There is energy in my existence that is a sinkhole of depression, apathy and ego bending. I want out of this body and out of … Continue reading Faceless
States of being aren't an excuse. They're just a mere explanation. I don't use mere to minimize them. I use it to not minimize the pain that alter states of being can cause. See, here's the thing about triggers. They create reactions. Immediately. No thinking, just conditioned movement, even if that conditioning is self centered. … Continue reading Sometimes We Hurt People