So much they don’t know, like: How I do numeric license plate Reduction to get through traffic; How I count my breaths In grocery store lines to Stay in control of an Agoraphobic mind, or How my ear buzzes when Sound is too loud, and I cannot hear my own volume So my voice elevates … Continue reading When Sorrow Comes Home
Let's Breathe Together
Child, they said, this hurts me
More than it hurts you. No.
So, as you who use this statement, in return I say this. Don’t forget me now, and I’ll be less apt to forget you later.
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
The consciousness of being human.
Art: "From a World Inside This One" by Vennie Kocsis Deeper Seas Emerged naked Skin renewed from Oil and water; Lungs stronger From the disaster. You see, after The ticking clock stops And the heart Is the only beat Left to keep the rhythm You place your hand On your chest to Count the breaths. … Continue reading Deeper Seas
How does Dissociation work? Is it okay to Dissociate? What happens during Dissociation? So many questions are posed toward the phenomena of trauma Dissociation.
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
There are people who learn to trust the streets. I think of their lives, how they have made darkness their day and daylight their night so they can stay alive. Where is the safe space when the alleys are teeming with the unloved at night, ravaged by the anger in their souls, screaming out their … Continue reading Around My City She Sleeps
Writing cleanses the soul, and you don't have to be a writer to do it.